Elina POVI opened my eyes, as I felt someone stroke my hair. Sat up rubbing my face. “Elina,” Someone called softly. That voice belongs too….I looked clearly for the person. Mother.“Elina,” she called again, her hands cradling my face.“Mom?” I called, she nodded and I reached out and touched her face.She is real.“Mom,” I called this time with tears rolling did my cheeks“Oh my, don't cry,” my mother said, wiping the tears on my face.“My sweet daughter has grown up more beautiful and older. I am really proud of you," she said.I smiled. “Have not done anything worth being proud of,” I said, holding my hands in front of me.“Yes, you have. You save that boy's life, you risk your life and you care about your loved ones most,” she said. I hugged her, she smells the same as home.“Thank you, mommy. I miss you,” I said, she smiled and continued to stroke my hair.“Me too, me too,” she said softly, repeating her words.“I want to stay with you forever,” I said softly.She pulled awa
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