Beyond Eighteen(106)

“OH, my God, Wilson you’re here!” Candice screamed through a blubbering cry. Her brown wavy hair was pulled back off her face, with a few delicate curls falling down around the sides of her neck. Her features were the same as I remembered, but worn by time. Her skin tone was bright, warm, and welcoming —different than the drawn, pale woman who left me on a porch ten years ago. She had chocolate brown rimmed glasses, something I don’t remember her wearing before. She pulled me into a monstrous, all-consuming hug, and I caved into her chest. I could feel her heart pound against my ear. Her eyes instantly clouded with the tears I’ve wanted from her forever.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m finally here,” I answered as I hugged her back and felt the painful, vacant holes in my heart fill with the missing moments I’ve wanted my entire life. Finally, I got to feel my mom’s arms again.





“There is no real ending…


It’s just the place where you stop the story.”