TARA
I couldn't say if I considered it funny now, or something else. For the last couple of days, I'd been worried sick about the outcome of us coming back here, but as soon as I laid eyes on my mother, all my worries melted into nothingness.
It was like she didn't believe it was me at first, but immediately I said the word, a shocked sound slipped past her lips, and she threw her arms forward, going in for an embrace. On instinct, I did the same, laughing as the heaviest weight of the moment was lifted off my chest.
Wrapping my arms around her neck and burying my face into her clothes, I felt hot tears falling from my eyes, and I didn't bother stopping them. She was alive. She was well, and I got to see her again. To smell that familiar scent of home, of my mother.
"My baby
