As I walked up to the fence and knocked, the urge to turn around was strong.

But, this time I was not going to walk away.

If they didn’t want me back, I would accept it. As long as they knew I was sorry for all the hurt I caused them when I left.

Then, I saw her walk to the gate and resolve sank.

I felt the tears welling up. “Mum, I’m so sorry”. The tears betrayed me and started rolling down my eyes. Then, without a word my mother hugged me.

It was good to be home.

photo credit: (326/365) Green view from a mirror’s reflection / Meriden, CT via photopin (license) 345

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