A Stone From My Back Pack

When i turned 17, i found out where my mamm was living and wrote her a letter in the hope that maybe we could reconnect. She told me later that the day that she received my letter, her hands were shaking as she opened it. We arranged to meet at a shopping moule just near where she lived. As she saw me approach, she ran to me and she hugged me and she kissed me,. And she didn't stop running. Her hands over my face, and she said things like, if i'm dreaming, please don't ever let me wake up. It would be another 15 years before we would speak to each other again. I thought i was getting rid of