The meeting.

My mother's voice came through the phone while I stayed silent.

"Hello?" She called out again.

Hearing my mother's voice, I cried. She sounds weary, tired and I feel a pain in my heart from knowing that I'm the reason.

"Who is this?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Tears now flowed freely down my face as I stood, frozen in time, too filled with memories to do a thing.

The stasis I was in broke as I finally took in a breath -a sharp, shuddering one.

She seemed to notice as she said, "Please tell me who you are."

It filled me with a familiar alarm. It was almost like she was suspecting I was the one on the line. No. She shouldn't know that I was here.

Quickly, I turned off the dial button of the phone, hearing as her voice- about to call out again- was cut off, leaving only a dialing tone. Resisting the urge to slump, I carefully put the phone back in its place, turning to walk.

Despite the tears already flowing, I tried my best to contain myself as I wa