~ELENA~

The car begins to move and I see my mother standing by the window and pressing a hand to the glass.

She looks so sad and I can bet with my life that she must be crying.

I quickly look away from her because I am on the verge of opening the doors and running back into her arms….. just like the good old days before everything fell apart.

I remember when I was still little, always so eager to go home from school because I knew mom would be waiting for me with open arms and some cookies.

She would pull me into a tight hug, ruffle my...