I was walking by the church when I heard someone call my name. Her face was more wrinkled, and she was a lot smaller than I remembered - but I recognised her in a heartbeat. It was mom.
It had been more than 10 years. There was so much I wanted to say, but when I came face to face with her I just drew a blank. I didn't know what I was supposed to say. So I turned away, told her she must be mistaken, and ran away from her.
... Why? I went home and cried the whole day. I think it was from then I was scared of meeting my mom.
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