1111 word(s)Published133 At the same time, the housekeeper's eyes met mine. Just one look at her, I know that she's my mother. Even though she doesn't really look like the mother I remember, I know for sure that this housekeeper here is the woman that gave birth to me. "M-Mother...?" My voice came out a shaky whisper as I stood up. She looked like she aged ten years in the past five years. She had none of her jeweleries on her body, her hair wasn't braided or styled, there was no fancy cloth on her body. She stared at me with recognition. She stared at me with pain in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes watered. Still looking at me with shock and pain, the tray she was carrying fell from her hand and the glasses shattered on the floor. Everyone gasped around the room but I couldn't see them. I can only stare at the

 1367 word(s)Published135; Last Episode and Epilogue. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 It was well past midnight when we came out to the living room again. Tann and the others stated at us when we came out. My mother's hand in mine, I walked closer to his parents. "Thank you so much, Mother and Father, for taking care of my mother all these years....." They shook their head, and Moira said, "it's nothing. I'll say your mother took care of us. Doreen fed us really well. Wow! Doreen, we gonna be in laws soon!" Moira hugged my mother. My mother hugged her back hesitantly. "You don't mind?" "I don't mind at all! I love you and I love your daughter, and I love my grandson." Moira enthused. "He's gone to sleep." Tann told her when she started looking around for Jaimie. "You'll meet him in the morning."