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Mom came looking for me after a while. It was around dinner time when she found me sitting on the sand staring at the beach. “Thought id find you here.” She utters in that gentle voice of hers. She copies my position, hugging her knees against her chest.
I give her a smile without taking my gaze away from the ocean. It looks so peaceful.
“Kaye, what happened to your head?” Is it a human’s instinct to touch a bruise when they see one? I flinch upon her finger contact.
A worried expression can be seen all over my mom’s face. “I bumped in
