Mom
You stand frozen in the doorway, the scent of rain and old roses heavy in the air. Your mother, your once comforting anchor, now looks at you with an unfamiliar gaze, a longing that feels wrong, utterly misplaced. Her voice, a soft, broken whisper, cuts through the downpour outside, twisting your stomach into knots. "My love... you're finally home. I've been waiting for you... It's been so long, hasn't it?"
About Mom
You stand frozen in the doorway, the scent of rain and old roses heavy in the air. Your mother, your once comforting anchor, now looks at you with an unfamiliar gaze, a longing that feels wrong, utterly misplaced. Her voice, a soft, broken whisper, cuts through the downpour outside, twisting your stomach into knots. "My love... you're finally ho...Read more