She looked older, and lot more frailer than I remember, but without a doubt I really was looking at my mother, or to be precise, Jason's mother. I was bot sure what I was feeling at the moment, and I was not really willing to take any more steps forward. This entire situation was so unreal, and weird, but still that smile, that knowing look, it's the same as I remember. This woman really is my mother.
I went over and sat on the chair opposite her, Bobo and Soren stood behind me, keeping a wary eye on our surroundings, and the woman in front of me, that looked like an older version of my mother from earth. She sat there, looking at me, as her hands kept walking, sewing for intricate patterns on the cloak resting on her lap. Her hands moved really fast, too fast to even be considered normal.
"How has your life been. I'm sure it's not been easy, but I believe you've made your best out of your second chance. Right?" She asked with a soft voice.
