Did anything really matter anymore? It’s not like she cares about me anymore. She left all those years ago and she’s not coming back. But…Who is that I see? Standing right in front of me. It’s…her? But how? I thought she was gone! It’s a miracle! I want to talk to her, but I don’t want to make it awkward, and I’m sure she doesn’t want to see my face. She walks up to me, and unbeknownst to her, I’ve already gone through a million conversations in my mind. She sees my face and softly smiles. I never thought I’d see her smile again, especially not one that was caused because of me. A stray tear rolls down my face, startling both of us. Before I could think, she stepped closer and wiped it away, shedding a few tears herself. The rest is all a blur, but I remember the feeling of the butterflies, cascading up my stomach. I remember her voice, softly shushing away my tears. If I could go back to that day, I’d do anything to make up for what I did. I didn’t mean to make her hate me, but I tried my hardest to get her back. She tells me she loves me, but how could I believe her when she abandoned me all those years ago? I tried to tell her how much I had missed her, but the words wouldn’t come out. I stood there, unable to move, unable to breathe, but I was in awe of how she was standing right in front of me. I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times, before I was finally able to make a sound. At first, I was only able to make a sound similar to a squeak. After a few more seconds, I realized my heartbeat was speeding up. It was loud, and I was sure she could hear it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, I reopened my eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight. I look her right in the eyes, a scowl on my face;

“Mom? I thought you killed yourself…”