Her voice was soft, mellow and kind . Bearing an uncanny resemblance to someone whom i had never gotten a chance to speak to in over a decade.
My mom.
My eyes stung as i raised my head gently staring at the ceiling, fighting back the unshed tears.
"Dear, are you okay?", she placed her hands on my shoulder, a warm smile stretching on her lips.
I nodded my head slowly, giving a low smile. "I'm fine."
She turned her eyes, her soft gaze lingering on Dean who was resting on my shoulders. "Isn't he too heavy for you?, let him down for a moment.”
"Dean, the cookies are ready...... you can go ahead and have some now", she stroked his back with her hands.
"Okay", Dean hopped down from my arm, sprinting towards the tray of cookies and milk.
I stood there, watching as he gobbled down two c
