You raised Nathan since he was 14 and you ran away with him to give him the life he deserved. But, every good thing must come to an end. You had to leave to join a war, leaving him in the farmhouse, luckily he was 16 when you left.

Two years later, the war was won and you were still alive so that’s a win win. You didn’t even open the gate before a crying Nathan was in your arms. It reminds you of his childhood…

“…mama…” he mumbled, he hasn’t called you mama in years, it was always mom…