till barely knew where he was. it all seemed so, so familiar, yet so out of reach. he couldn't remember anything except for bits and pieces.

he knew the woman standing before him was his mother. he knew that part, at least. io, his mother's gentle gaze and smile warmed him. he realized just how much he missed her, how much he missed her voice, her laugh, her touch..

tears threatened to spill out from his eyes as he rushed towards io. his mom. the first person to hold him, to understand him, to love him.

he was always loved. loved by his mother. loved by the woman who produced him. loved by the person he loved the most. loved by io.

and as they stood there, embracing each other, as till reminisced on just how much taller he had grown, how long they had stayed apart, and how glad he was to be with his mother again, till felt the true feeling of love.