ANNABEL’S POV
To my surprise, my mother, who I believed to be gone, stood by the doorway. The reality of her presence hit me like a tidal wave.
"Mum?" I stuttered, the word escaping my lips as a mix of disbelief and confusion.
Her eyes widened, mirroring my hock. "Annabel? Is it you?" Her voice quivered with a blend of astonishment and relief.
"Yeah, it's me," I replied, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. How could she be here? I thought she was gone.
A wave of emotions passed through her eyes – joy, confusion, and a hint of something I couldn't quite decipher. We stood there, caught in a moment of surreal reunion.
I didn't know how long I stood there taking in her rose scent, the longing of a mother. I missed her. I needed her. So many times I had cried saying h I miss my mother
