Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
This wasn’t the first time that my mother had gone to do something dangerous. But this was the first time that I was scared to death.
She never told me why she had to go on these dangerous missions. I never asked because in my heart I always had this belief that she would never go away from me.
But in the past three months, she has been attacked more than four times and now attacks on me…..
I was scared.
She continued stroking my back gently while holding me tightly.
This was the safety of my home. Her embrace was my home.
The next few minutes were the most peaceful moments that I had in the past few days.
She kissed the top of my head and slowly moved me away from her after some time.
I reluctantly let her go too. She had to pack, as the time of her
