"Vaeh, Oh my God!" Mrs Steele leaped to her feet and dashed towards Nevaeh when the door opened and she surprisingly walked in.
"Mom," Nevaeh called out with a frantic longing in her voice as her feet also broke in a sprint and she hurried into her mother's arms which were wide open for her.
"Honey! My God!" Mrs Steele gasped as her hands wrapped around her daughter, holding her so closely in her arms. This was her Nevaeh, she was sure of it. Her smile was always as bright and innocent like her eyes, one difference she has come to know about her children.
Her arms instinctively tightened around Nevaeh in fear that this was only but her imagination, but it wasn't.
Her baby was there and in her arms! Oh, Christ. She cried in her heart.
Pulling away, she frantically coursed her eyes over Nevaeh, looking her from head to toes to see if she was alright.
