Then here was her comfort. Her mom, her scent would always be home for her. Aliyah did not even speak. She simply brought Khalie to her arms. A soft and tight embrace with brief kisses on her forehead and hair made her feel good. Her comfort, her warmth finally came to give her assurance that she would never be alone in times of trials.
“Mom,” Khalie uttered. She couldn't measure the number of tears she shed since she learned of Lukes's accident, but the tears won't stop flowing.
“We are here, Khalie. Be strong, darling.” Aliyah’s voice was like a dash of clear warm water to Khalie's senses. Calm. Refreshing. Comforting.
“You have to eat and take care of yourself, Khalie. It’s a long wait. And Luke will not like it when you don’t take care of yourself.” Khalan said while he also hugged
