The endless feeling of being forgotten.
All of it started to melt away in the warmth of her son’s embrace.
She slowly raised her trembling arms and held him back.
As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon and the evening air grew colder, mother and son remained there together on the side of the dusty road.
Twenty years of separation.
Twenty years of lies.
Twenty years of grief.
Yet somehow, in that simple embrace, those lost years no longer seemed quite as powerful.
For the first time in two decades, neither of them felt abandoned.
For the first time in twenty years, they had finally found their way back to each other.
