Evan
Silvery blue eyes rove hungrily over my face. “My baby boy.” She whispers tearfully. Their heartbeats are like Asha’s. Low and drawn out. Meaning they aren’t here for long. I move quickly into her embrace almost expecting to walk through her like an apparition. But she is like a real person. Warmth floods through every cell in my body. I was too young when she died to remember her. Or this. A mother’s hug. All the love a mom can give through touch. I swear I can feel all her hopes, worries and thoughts in that hug.
“You’ve grown into a beautiful young man.” She leans back, her hands cupping the sides of my head as she searches my face. Like she’s memorizing every detail. I'm busy with the same task.
“You don’t despise me?” The words slip out of their own volition. “Because of…whos
