Chapter 6

Diana’s POV

Every tear I shed was the type that helped me heal. As if the debris of my broken life was slowly dissolving and coming out of me, and I could feel light again. It was that kind of cry. I wasn’t even bothered by the other passengers and flight attendants who stared at us.

“There, there. Everything’s gonna be okay. Mom’s here now.” She whispered as she gently stroked my head. And I felt at peace.

Is this what a mom should be like? How wonderful it is.

I was raised in a world that revolved around money. Men and women both had equal appetites for it. You wouldn’t be held like this unless you were a bar of gold. I didn’t experience this from my mother, or Charles’s mom, Mrs. Lydia. She refused to even accept my calling me her by any form of maternal endearment.

But in just one embrace, this woman I just met, Pauline, has shown me what a mother could and should be like. If my mother embraced me once, would it feel like this?

What am