She was sat in the Foyer of the Hotel, a petite elderly lady. Her hair beautifully styled, her tiny hands twisting on her lap clearly showing her pretty pink nail polish, it was easy to notice that she had just reapplied a little perfume and powdered her nose. There she sat, deliberately looking out of the window, almost as if she couldn’t bear to see anyone approaching.
I knew she was there, waiting, waiting for me. I had waited 8 years for this moment.
I walked towards her, she turned, I held open my arms. Her face crumpled and she began to cry. I knelt on the floor beside her and wrapped my arms around her tiny frame. She held me, stroking my hair, kissing my face and and softly whispered endearments to me
“You’re so beautiful” she said “I’ve never stopped thinking about you”
We both cried and held each other.
“I don’t know what to say to you” she said
“You don’t have to say anything” I reassured her “everything is fine”
“Did I do the right thing?”
“Yes” I smiled “yes you did”
She looked at me, holding my face in her hands and smiled
“You have your father’s eyes” ❤️