The veil came down and revealed the face beneath. Avery Caldwell was a bucket of tears when she came face-to-face with her only son.
"Mom..."
"Aiden, do you remember?" Avery sobbed loudly. "Do you remember me...?"
Aiden recalled that his mother was a beautiful woman. She had long, curly blond hair that flowed down her back in a graceful manner. She always had a smile on her face. Her bright blue eyes always shone brightly with vigor and optimism.
She befriended anyone and everyone, and tried her best to be a blessing in their lives, however temporary.
Avery Thompson was an angel in her son's eyes.
The woman who just took off the veil was far from the Avery Thompson that Aiden remembered.
Her hair was silvery white.
Her face looked like it was sewn together from leather patches of various colors.
Numerous scars on her visible skin were evidence of the hardships that she encountered in the past.