My Mother

Eleanor's POV

I placed my shopping bag next to my feet and held on to the door handle for support.

I was lost looking at people's reflections from the glass panel of the taxi. Everyone was different yet familiar.

As I was staring blankly at my reflection, my mind flashed back to what my colleagues said the other day.

She is my mother, whom I haven't seen for ten years. Suddenly, she reappeared, I never expected to meet her this way.

I never wanted to see her again after the way things ended between us.

I remembered how she treated me while growing up. I would swear she doesn't have any iota of love inside her heart, but the way she protected Zoe back there made me overwhelmed with sadness.

I clutched my hand tightly around the door handle, and my knuckles and fingertips turned white.

When I got home, I sighed and took a deep breath before I opened the door.

“I'm home…”

“Mummy….” My kids shouted, running towards me.

They all wrapped their hands around my legs while Robert climbed on m