"Remember this?'' My mother smiled as she handed me the cup.
I shook my head. "You made it for me at the community pottery class.'' I smiled, my mind drawing me back to those memories. "I was so happy It was the only cup I drunk in that whole year.'' I felt a tear on my face.
My mom came closer. "Then do just that. Drink only in this, darling.'' She smiled, she kissed the top of my head. I hugged her, feeling comforted in my arms. Having her around was starting to feel like home again.
"Ofcourse mom.'' I smiled.
"Here,'' she turned, picking a bracelet from the pile. "I saw this on my way here. I thought you'd like it.''
She put the bracelet on my hand. I looked at her. "I love it.'' I hugged her. I felt that my mom was trying her best to reconnect with me. Apologizing the only wa
