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Hazel’s mother couldn’t contain her excitement as she hurried toward her, her heels clicking against the
pavement.
Without a second thought, she wrapped Hazel in a tight embrace, the years of separation melting away in that
one moment.
“You’ve grown so much… I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Her eyes gleamed with pride. “Look at you, taller and more beautiful than ever.”
With a tenderness that only a mother could have, she cupped Hazel’s face as though trying to piece togeth years lost between them.
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Tears welled up in Hazel’s eyes as she gazed at the woman who had once been a distant memory, now so real
and so close.
After all this time, they could finally be in the same space, sharing warmth and closeness, a far cry from the
endless nights of longing.
Though the years had left their mark on the soft lines of her mother’s face, she radiated a vitality that eclipsed her younger self.
“Mom I missed you so much
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Hazel rested her head on her mother’s shoulder, her once–composed facade cracking, revealing the vulnerable little girl inside, the one who had waited so long for this embrace.
Gianna embraced her tightly, her voice thick with regret
“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” she whispered, her words heavy with guilt.
“I thought with Wright… someone would be there to take care of you. But I never imagined…”
Her voice trailed off, the weight of unspoken words filling the space between them.
She had never expected that men in this world rarely valued what was entrusted to them.
Hazel pulled away slightly, wiping away a tear, and gently reassured her mother, “Mom, I don’t blame you. You
taught me not to wait around for love but to find it within myself”
Even through the hardest years, Hazel had never held her mother accountable.
She understood how difficult it must have been for her to break free from the past.
And Hazel knew all too well that anyone who had the courage to move forward couldn’t afford to linger in the
past.
If she had been in her mother’s shoes, she wouldn’t have wanted to return to the same suffocating place either.
Twenty years ago, Gianna had made a difficult decision, just as Hazel herself had done now.
Her mother nodded a quiet sense of approval in her gaze.
After a moment’s hesitation, she spoke again, her words hesitant but certain.
“Hazel, Ambrose couldn’t find you, so he called me.”
At the sound of his name, Hazel felt a pang in her chest, a sharp ache that refused to subside.
Her mother reached for Hazel’s hand, her touch warm but gentle.
“Mom will always support you, no matter the choice you make
Hazel drew a breath, steadying herself, before she finally pulled out her phone, bracing herself for whatever
came next.
The screen was flooded with countless messages and missed calls from Ambrose.
She hesitated for a moment, the weight of the past lingering before; with the same determination she had shown when she had thrown away her high heels, she decisively snapped the SIM card in half and tossed it into the trash.
“The past is over,” she whispered, a quiet sense of finality settling over her.
Her mother, her smile laced with both joy and tears, patted Hazel’s shoulder gently.
“Well said, darling. It’s all in the past now. Let’s not dwell on those unhappy things anymore. Come, let’s go home.”
With those words, Gianna enveloped her in the warmth and love she had missed for so long.
When she had learned that Hazel was going abroad, she’d thrown herself into preparations, ensuring everything was perfect.
The mattress had to be soft and supportive, and the bedding had to be cozy and welcoming against the sk
Every inch of the wardrobe had been filled with seasonal clothes, ready to keep Hazel comfortable no matter the weather.
Even as she watched Hazel cooking breakfast in the kitchen, her heart clenched, and a gasp escaped her lips. “How can you do this? Where’s Aunt Olivia?”
Hazel flipped the eggs with ease, her movements confident and graceful.
“Mom, don’t wor
about Aunt Olivia. I’ve got this. Over the years, I’ve learned to handle things on my own. You’ll get to taste my cooking soon enough.”
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Ambrose didn’t like having anyone else around, so they never hired help.
Aside from working. Hazel had managed all the cooking and chores herself.
She had always believed it was only natural to do everything for the person she loved
Her mother’s eyes welled up with emotion at the sight, moved by Hazel’s quiet strength.
