Jake's POV
One year later...
I think that I might break the handle from how tightly I am gripping onto it. I can do this. There is nothing wrong with me coming here. I am just here to see my mom and she is here and so, therefore, I can be here too. I mean, how else would I meet her?
I took a step forward and I immediately retreated. My heart is hammering away against my ribcage like a jackhammer and I think that I might just collapse on the spot. The only reason I believe that I am not about to have a panic attack is because I am not completely out of breath.
Well, not just yet.....
I need to see my mom because it has been a year since I have last seen her, hugged her or simply just talked to her for as long as I wanted to. It is okay for me to come and see my mom.
It's okay.
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