AMELIA

 “Amelia!”

 I turned around to see Mom with wide eyes, staring at me. “Mom!”

 We met halfway, and I hugged her tightly. Her fresh scent flooded my senses, reminding me of how much I missed her. She didn’t even age a bit. She looked the same as the last time I saw her, aside from cutting her blond hair short.

 “Honey. Oh, thank Goddess. I miss you, honey.”

 We pulled apart, and I wiped the tears on her cheeks. “I missed you, too, and I’m fine, ...