HostHopperxChild

My mother stood in front of me, her face appearing confused. To me it looked like she didn't recognize me. I felt like I was just going to crumple down to the ground if something didn't happen. I heard a scream, possibly one of a young girl crying for her father. My mother glanced inside, towards the kitchen I remember helping my father with the dishes in. Gripping the necklace that I'd stolen from my mother years ago, I couldn't help but let my fingers trace over the familiarly cold, blood red ruby. The air was tense, and it seemed nobody wanted to move. It'd been six years since I last saw them, and I couldn't help but wonder why she didn't