NOA
My mother looked so different from what I remembered. She seemed older, weaker… frail.
We just stared at each other for the longest time. Neither of us moved, Adriel had let go of her hands and stood up. He came over to me and took my hand, gently leading me over to my own mother. Beau, Terra and her sister stood off to the side watching us intently. I sat down next to my mother on the small couch. I looked around the tiny cottage; the kitchen, the living room, these did seem familiar to me. Very familiar; I knew this was home. Or was… I wasn’t sure where I belonged anymore.
“Mom? It’s me, Noa.” I finally said as she continued to stare at me. She slowly reached out her hand and lightly stroked my cheek. “Noa? It’s you. It’s really you.” She gasped, finally throwing her arms around
