Lloyd
Llyod took a deep breath knocking on the red painted door. he couldn’t believe it has been this long since he saw his parents and little brother who was just two years younger than him. Jonas
The door slowly opened and revealed a woman in her late forties her hair tied in a ponytail and her hazel eyes got so big and got hit by the light of the sun making them glow, and a smile spread on his pink lips. He was home
“Llyod?” She asked although she already knew the answer
“Yes, mama it’s me your son” tears welled in both their eyes as his mother gave him the world most tightest hug and for a minute he couldn’t breath, but he liked those earthly scent that always clings to her skin and clothes
“Bless, who is at the door” shouted Peter Llyod's father and his mother sniffed before answ
