Mom hands me a plate of freshly baked cookies, and I thank her, though the simple gesture makes my chest tighten. I feel this overwhelming rush of emotion—gratitude, love, and a sense of home that I've missed so deeply. Mom has always been my anchor, the light that guides me through everything, and moments like this remind me just how much I need her.
"You have no idea how much I've missed this," I say, shoving half a cookie into my mouth like a kid again. The taste is pure nostalgia. "Oh my God, this is amazing. I love it. I love it."
Mom laughs softly, pulling me into another hug. "I miss you," she whispers, her voice trembling just a little. "Eat as much as you want, sweetheart."
"I'll try my best," I tease, laughing as I grab another cookie.
The quiet warmth of the moment doesn't l
