Point of View: Annie
“MOM!!!”
I can believe what I am seeing right now. the very person whom I thought had murdered in cold blood. Time seems to stop when she appears at the stairs.
She comes down the stairs whereas I stand rooted at the spot. She is in jeans and a shirt but looks as graceful and beautiful as I remember. Her curly hairs are now straight.
She comes and stands in front of me, then looks at me. Tears start to come to the brim of my eyes making my sight hazy. Then I feel the touch of a similar warmth on my cheeks.
I put my hand on hers and blink my eyes, making the tears flow down from my eyes to my cheeks to our overlapping hands. she gently wipes my tear with her thumb and then hugs me. I also hug her back and cries.
“Mom, I… is… is… th…that you? I am…am n…no…not dreaming again. Right!!!” I say while sobbing. Hiccupping between the words.