The next day I visited my mother in the early morning, with the excuse to chat and bring her a coffee.
She welcomed me in and then squeezed me in a warm hug that I felt deep inside my bones. It had been a long time since she hadn't hugged me that way and whenever her reasons were truthfully or not, my heart still appreciated it and I embraced her back with a hug of sincere joy.
I handed her the coffee and smiled, "I brought you this I hope you hadn't had your coffee yet."
She took it and rested a trail of handmade biscuits on the table then sat in front of me.
"I talked to Evelyn and despite she is still hesitant whether to talk to you or not, due to your strong heavy words, she said she is happy to hear you're sorry and will eventually give you a second chance." I took a few sips of my coffee maintaining the main focus on my mother's facial expression so that I could decipher what she thought through her body language.
