FORTY – ONE
“Welcome back, Alexa.” I smiled. My mum was sat on the couch as she was watching the news, a serene smile resting her lips. She didn’t look old even if the days took her youth. It was surprising she still looked around her early thirties. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my small frame. I lost weight as I finished college, trying to get myself fit. I felt better but still, there was something missing inside my heart. I knew it was screaming for Mason. I missed my mom. Not seeing her for the past few years made me nostalgic. I was staying in Pakistan photographing their culture, and I was in places where my mother wasn’t. She was always cooped up inside our quaint house. She didn’t mind, she actually loved the feeling. “How’s Kenya?” I was in Kenya last month, and I smiled, rem
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