IRIS
That morning when I was to meet my parents, I woke up and for a moment I pretended we were back in our cottage by the sea. Even with the few hours of being back, I still felt like an intruder. Everywhere I went, I felt eyes on me with the same question. Why had I come back?
I tried not to let it bother me but it still did no matter how much I tried to ignore it.
The meeting with my parents happened that day in the late morning hours.
The meeting point had been an open clearing near the edge of the territory. I walked to the clearing and my parents were already there. They looked exactly like I had pictured, an older man who was tall with broad shoulders and a woman beside him who was smaller both with their hair greying. But what stood out was that they were holding hands.
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