GEMMA
I followed the sound to the kitchen. I grabbed the door handle and stopped, scared that if I tried to see her, she would disappear and I wouldn't be able to hear her.
Still, I gathered the courage and I unlocked the door. I held onto the door handle for support.
I couldn't believe my eyes. After almost ten years, she was right in front of me, singing and doing the dishes. I froze, my hand still holding the handle of the door.
"Mom?" I said. My throat was tight from unshed tears. "Mom?" I called again.
She stopped singing, the dishes in her hands freezing. She didn't turn to look at me. "Gemma?" She called.
"Mom!" I said, letting go of the door and running towards her. I wrapped my hands around her and pressed my head to her shoulder. "Mom, I missed you."
As I let her go and st
