"It can't be...." Yoonah breathes out in shock, unable to tear his broken and confused expression off his face. Mother, however, is the first to make a move. Pushing her son's hands from her frail body with a burst of renewed vigor and coming at me with speed. Her legs are finding strength, and she practically runs to me like a giddy child while her face is sodden with instant rolling tears.

"Sohla? My Sohla? My little girl. You came home to me." She bursts into sobs as she closes the gaps between us, throwing herself at me and wrapping her arms around my neck and upper body, gripping me...