just one day

72.

My voice cracks as I was lost for words to see her standing in front of me. My heart freezes and it was like everything had stopped moving around me, my mother on the other hand was full of such joy to see me.

Her daughter who she hadn't seen in over 6 years was suddenly in front of her. She approaches me and before I could even react, she pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly.

My eyes widen realizing I hadn't had a mothers touch in what felt like forever. I had completely forgotten the feeling of being embraced like this.

She parts from me, breaking the hug by holding both of my arms to get a good look at me. "Y-you look....you're so beautiful. Look at my baby.. all grown up... Yoongi told me that you're a doctor, and I'm so proud of you honey." she says smiling softly caressing my cheek.

I breathe heavily, "w-what.... You live here?" I ask her being unable to think of anything else to ask due to the fact that I still was confused.

She nods.

It wasn't until reality came crashing back in that reminded me Yoongi took me here. Yoongi knew that she lived here and took me here on purpose.

Which also had me think the two never lost contact with each other even after I left Korea. I scoff before removing myself out of her grip, coming to my sense, I immediately distance myself from her earning a glance from her.

"W-why am I here?"

"When yoongi told me that you had come back to Korea, I wanted to see you." She tells me.

See me? The more and more I stood in front of her, the angrier and angrier I got. Yoongi took me here in a chance too rekindle my broken relationship with my mother.

"See me?" I ask her, and she nods reaching out for my hand when I take step back, looking at her.

"After six years... you want to see me? All of a sudden?" I asked her, not sure if she understood my frustration. She sighs, "it's not all of a sudden, Maya. There wasn't a day that

I didn't miss you." She tells me causing me to let out a chuckle.

"Bullshit"
"Maya.." She trails off.
"Miss me? Apparently, not enough because throughout these past six years, I've never seen you look or even bother to find me" I tell her.

"Don't you dare make it seem as if I was the one who walked out, Maya. It was you who decided to leave, not me!" She raises her voice at me.

There was the mother I knew, the selfish, money-hungry and self-absorbed mother I remember.
Am I the only sensible person? It was like everyone blamed me for leaving when they know damn they would've done the same thing if they were being treated the way I was.

"Yes. I was the one who left but have you forgotten the reason why? Or has Yoongi been paying you with gifts such as this apartment so you'll feel less guilty for what you let happen?" I ask her.

"What?"

"I always wondered how life treated you after I left... but It looks like it's been treating you well."

I looked around once more at this luxury apartment, realizing there wasn't a chance in hell that a mid-age black woman with no family, or connections in a foreign country was able to afford this type of apartment.