I feel nostalgia hit me when I land in the Golden Stone pack, my father's pack. I left this place when I was sixteen years old but still came to visit on every holiday. I took off my sunglasses as I descended the plane stairs, and the first one I saw in my line of vision was my mom, Caliana Meyes Chasia. She looked breathtaking.
"My baby!" she exclaimed in happiness, waving at me, and I rushed towards her, throwing my arms around her.
"Mom,"
I pulled away from her, and she took off my sunglasses.
"I missed you, baby," she said, smiling at me, and I kissed her forehead.
"Mom, we spent last summer together," I chuckled. This woman was never satisfied with spending an entire summer with me. She wanted me by her side always.
"I thought you'd be here with Dad," I said,
