Miracle
Gone were the pride, the fierceness, the hatred. All that remained in her eyes was pain. When I called out to her, despite her weakened state, she rose from her bed and looked at me. Even though the ground beneath us flowed with lava, she walked across it to reach me.
"Miracle," she whispered, tears immediately welling in her eyes. I had expected her to shout, to stand her ground, to blame me as she usually did. But today, she didn't.
She kneeled on the floor, and what she said next made my heart skip a beat. "I'm sorry."
Seeing her kneeling was already shocking, and hearing her apologize was even more so. My mother had never accepted her wrongdoings. She would always deflect blame onto someone else, allowing others to take responsibility.
"I'm sorry... I was wrong," she confe
