“Everything’s gonna be alright. Just smile and it will be fine. At least, I hope so,” I murmured to myself as I stood in front of a huge white door. I moved my hand closer, ready to knock, but as my fingers are about to touch the wooden surface, I stopped. I couldn’t do it; I just couldn’t. But I couldn’t stay there either; I had to do something. Anything.
I looked for the doorbell and as soon as I found it, I rang hastily. But right afterwards, I felt like I had to leave; I only wanted to run away. But I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and waited. Though I silently prayed for the house to be empty, I knew that deep in me I wanted that door to open. I was scared but I had to do it.
A while later, the door finally swung open.
“Hel...” but the voice that once was familiar faded away quickly. I opened my eyes and we just peered at each other for a long time.
“Ciara?” I nodded weakly. After all these years, I finally was seeing my mother again. She opened her arms and I rushed toward her, resting my head on her shoulder.
“I’m...Ciara...” she stuttered but she couldn’t speak anymore because she was crying to hard; I could feel her tears flowing down on the back of my head as she squeezed me tightly in her arms.
We finally pulled away and she led me inside the house holding my arm as if she would never let me go. We walked into a huge living-room where she told me to sit down while she would make tea; she hugged me a last time and left.
She came back a short while later, holding a tray in her hands and with a wide smile on her face. She put down the tray and sat down next to me.
“I’m so happy to see you, Ciara. I wondered so often how you were, what you had become. I missed you so much all those years I barely slept,” she whispered, still weeping.
I was about to answer but a loud sound interrupted me; someone had just closed the door violently. We heard footsteps in the hall and a voice shouted,
“I’m here, mum!”