Elliot did not waste any more time and rushed to his mother. He was nervous yet there was a hint of excitement. After all, he did not expect to see his mother again after all those years that they have been apart.
The boy held the box tightly around his chest, feeling the warmth of the last piece of his mother's soul from the wooden container.
"Who was that woman?" Lance asked. "Did you know her? Or has your mother ever mentioned her name?"
Elliot shook his head. "My mom never talked about her family. I guess I now know the reason why. But there was someone she sometimes mention, an old lady that took care of her when she was younger. But that was a long time ago, I couldn't remember what she said to me."
"Then I guess we'll ask her now, " Lance said, pausing from his tracks. Elliot also stopped, wondering what happened. It wasn't until he looked on his right that he realized they were in front of a group of familiar faces.
