I was waiting eagerly for my daughter to show up. From what Svetlana told me, she was six years old. She shows me a picture of her from two years ago. To give me an idea of what she looked like.
“They are here” Lyndsay announced.
My palms were sweaty and I was nervous. What if she doesn’t remember me? What if she thought I deserted her? Too many what if’s.
Svetlana held my hand and smiled at me. I followed her out. The car doors opened and the girl stepped out of the car.
She looked around first and when her eyes landed on me, they brightened.
“Mama” she squealed and ran over to me. I squatted and spread my arms. She jumped into my arms and I hugged her tightly.
I couldn’t stop the tears flowing from my eyes.
“Why are you crying?” She asked when she pulled away.
“It’s because I mi
