Please hug me

Samantha's POV CONTINUES.

Looking at my daughter, brought so much tears to my eyes. She wouldn't even let me touch her, she kept moving away whenever I try getting close to her, she just holds on tight to Mary, who was filled with tears.

"Hey Whit, she is your mother". Mary reminds her, between tears, and she had to bring out an image from her side, it was in a frame, a little glass frame, it looked hand made. she seem to carry it everywhere she goes. She was looking at the image and looking at me, I think to confirm that it is really me, then I heard her tiny voice.

"It is you. So you are alive? She asked, and I opened my eyes wide, wondering if she wanted me dead, or she was told that I was dead. She seem to get the question, so she clarified me, by slamming me, some more.

You are alive, you live in a place like this with your boyfriend and you abandoned me? Now I get her question, I shook my head to speak, so that she understands that she is mistaken, but she wouldn't let me, she r