“Dova we’re home!” Ben’s father’s voice rang out, distracting her. He walked towards an open door that led to a passage of some sort and she let her eyes settle on a long wall mounted shelf just before the door he just walked through. It contained a few books and more framed images. From where she stood she noticed that the images framed there pictures of people and she squinted her eyes to see the pictures well. She made a move to go close to the shelf and take a better look at the pictures when a chubby dark skinned woman walked out of the door towards her and gave her a long warm hug
“Sarah sweetheart, welcome home dear…” she pulled out of the hug after a few seconds and looked deep into Sarah’s eyes, searching “…I’m sorry. I know you don’t remember me but it feels good to have one of my daughters back home at least.” Sarah assumed she was Debra’s mother seeing as her lips quivered and her eyes which by the way looked like they’ve not rested well in days, were forming tears.
“It’s fine, I’m.. I’m cool with it.” Sarah gave a sad smile. She watched as the woman changed her attention to her parents