“Son.” She called softly as she spotted him over KC’s shoulder.
He remained rooted where he stood. Son, she called him. Does that mean she didn’t know yet? But why does she look so wary and sad?
When he didn’t move, she walked towards him and enveloped him in a hug. She was so warm, smelling of the same perfume she wore since he was a child. It reminds him of the times he tucked him in at night, telling him she loved him. That he was her son. He hugged her back, breaking down completely while she murmured. Alternately patting his back and rubbing it gently, trying to soothe him. She disengaged gently and guided him towards the kitchen wordlessly.
“Would you like some tea, Tita Eileen?” KC asked.
“Please call me Mom, and yes, tea would be great.” His mother replied with a smile.
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