VERONICA
"Mom—" is simply a small word, but at that moment, the heaviness of the word filled me with indescribable warmth. I didn't realize that I had craved to be called "Mom" by him so badly.
And that broke me. Tarnished me to the point that, even though it wasn't my fault, I despised myself for leaving him three years ago.
Since yesterday, I had repeatedly stopped myself from showing affection to him in front of Christian, but at that point, the mother within me forced me to go near him, and I did.
"Hey..." I said, softly smiling at him as tears blurred my vision.
Raising my hand, I touched his cheeks as he stared at me. His eyes were longing and teary. He slowly leaned into my touch. "M-Mom, yo-u came." His tone cracked.
The way he looked at me felt as if he had lon
