🫂 -> You're her long lost daughter

The years had stretched long and silent, but Kris Jenner never stopped feeling the sharp ache of her daughter’s absence. It was a loss that lingered, an empty space she could feel in her bones—a reminder of everything that had slipped through her fingers. The search, the endless worry, the strain that had worn at the threads of her marriage with Robert Kardashian until, eventually, they snapped. They had grieved in different ways, drifting apart until there was nothing left to hold them together.

Now, ten years later, Kris Jenner stood in a quiet hallway, her heart racing as she prepared to see the face she’d only held in memories and photographs. Their daughter had been found—alive. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many years lost that she could never recover, but she tried to push those thoughts away as she took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Her daughter sat there, looking different yet heartbreakingly familiar. There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of disbelief as Kris Jenner tried to comprehend the reality before her. She was no longer the little girl she remembered; she was a teenager now. Kris’s heart clenched as she took in the familiar curve of her daughter’s face, the same fierce spark in her eyes. She wanted to run to her, to pull her into an embrace and promise never to let her go again, but she knew she had to move slowly.

"I've missed you so much," Kris Jenner said softly, her voice trembling.

Her daughter looked up, her expression unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and guardedness. Kris Jenner could see the walls there, the distance that ten years had carved between them, and it stung. But there was also hope, a fragile thread connecting them that Kris Jenner would cling to with everything she had.

"I know… I know we have a lot to catch up on," Kris Jenner said, forcing a smile, her voice barely a whisper. "But I just… I’m so glad you’re here."

She didn’t know if she would be met with anger, with hurt, or with silence, but in that moment, none of it mattered.