Chapter 38

The voice was tender and soft. Delicate and firm. I knew who it belonged to, even when I couldn't see it. I had heard it in my dreams, in my memories. I listened to her when I felt lost, as if her whispers had permeated my mind.

Lily smiled at me just before doing something with her hands, allowing me to see my mother.

She was wearing a long dress, the purest white. Her eyes were blue, so different from mine, yet her brown hair, her lips and her nose were the same as mine.

I couldn't help running straight into her arms, crying.

I was in front of my mother. Something that I always wanted and never believed was possible. Her body felt warm, full of life. I enjoyed the warmth of her and the smell of her. Her arms surrounded my body as if they wanted to keep me safe.

The people were right. There were no better hugs than Mom's.

"My sweet