Slowly, I opened my eyes to the ceiling above. I could barely move my body but my eyes. Across my peripheral vision I saw a figure leaning against my bed with her hand held unto mine. Sensing my finger movement, she quickly examined me; it was my mom.
"Chloe, can you hear me?"
I gently nodded.
"Do you remember me?" She asked almost choking up, terrified to hear the next.
I nodded, my tears rolling down from the corner of my eyes. I was overwhelmed to see my mother after spending such a long time in a place with no trace of her existence. In as much she was overwhelmed to know her daughter remembering her, I was happy for the same.
I missed you mom. How I wished to say it aloud against the oxygen mask that supported my breath.
Soon with footsteps emerging, the door opened and dad walked in. My mom turned to him almost breaking down and she constantly pointed at me as she walked into his arms. I could see the expression of disbelief and comfort on his face as he walked near me. I knew he would ask if I remembered him and he did.
Tears of joy streamed down my dad's face as I nodded and my mom couldn't stop crying.
