Elena Sterling carried the grace of a life well-lived etched into her gentle features. Her once vibrant eyes now hold profound wisdom, mirroring the resilience that has defined her journey.
Her silver hair cascaded softly, a testament to the passage of time, and her warm smile brings comfort to those around her.
Despite the toll of her illness, her spirit remained strong.
"Hi Mum."
He bent down to hug her where she sat.
She planted a dozen kisses on his face.
"Don't call me a baby."
"You'll always be my baby," Elena teased.
"How are you, Mum?"
"I'm good, honey. I'm so happy you're here. It's been too long."
"I was here a couple of days, Mum," he said, laughing.
"It's too long for me," his mother said.
"You know what, I'll spend the weekend with you."
"You mean that?" she ask
