Xiumim pov:

As soon as the elevator doors opened I ran inside as I saw her, there she was sitting in bed with her hair over her shoulders but still looked like she never aged even when she had been rasigin for practically all on her own, my mother. Happiness, saddness, relief, but most of all the desire of being held all wased over inside me before I cried out to her. The distance in reality probably wasn't much from the doors to the bed for me it felt like an enterinty before finally I held her in my arms and let out another cry. Following that cry came little sobs before I realized I was a a crying mess as I incoherently was trying to apoligize for what I did as well as tell her how much I loved and missed her but the more I tried my throat knotted inside and couldn't say anything. However, I felt my mother hug me back gently as if I was the most fragile thing in the world, more fragile than glass in her arms and gently my head.

I don't long how long it all lasted but eventally my sobs died and tears tried as all was left was me sniffling with my head buried in her shoulders. I eventually began to get sleepy as