Emery’s pov.
I creaked the door open. My mom laid in bed looking pale with a dry mouth, an oxygen mask covering her nose and the beeping monitor provided a steady rhythm in the atmosphere.
“Mom!” I called out with my eyes already wailed up with tears. Her sense organs became alert the instant she heard my call.
“Emery,” she said in a low but hoarse voice.
I quickened my steps and next we were holding each other tightly and wailing together. It was a special moment.
“Mom…how’re you feeling?” I asked after we released each other from our hold. Austin was already standing at the foot of the bed in silence, admiring the warmth and love between i and my mother.
“The sight of my precious daughter makes me feel better,” she grinned a bit as she stroked her hand on my cheeks.
“I missed
