Jacob
“Home sweet home,” I muttered as I climbed out of the taxi. I shut the door after grabbing my overnight bag and smiled when I saw my mother standing by the front door. I heard the car drive away as a wave of emotions rushed over me. I hadn’t felt like I had been gone for long, but the reality was I hadn’t seen my mother in almost a year.
“Jacob,” she called out as she hurried down the porch steps. I met her halfway and dropped my bag as I wrapped my arms around her. “It’s so good to see you,” she said.
“It’s good to see you too,” I told her as we broke apart. I picked up my bag and followed her into the house. It was still early, and I wasn’t at all surprised to find that the kitchen smelt heavenly.
“Your favorites,” my mother informed me as she got busy. I took a seat at the k
