Time froze as did my heart. I gulped the overwhelming desire of throwing myself in my mother's arms. Her dark skin was glowing under the sun; her amber eyes reflected my own, brimming with tears. She looked so much more older yet so same.
I took small steps, fearing that any faster my steps will get, I'll cross the time of meeting my mother. I never felt the fear so supremely before. What if I wake up from a dream and all this would have been my imagination? But all I knew was this was Vincent's surprise. And it was far more than reality.
"Eli,"
My mother breathed out and a tear slid down my cheek, nodding my head. I couldn't speak, my voice was caught somewhere amid my emotions. I feared that my knees would give away their support and I'll fall slump on the ground. I feared to be we
