I found my mother standing at the stove. She had her back to me and she was dressed in one of those pantsuits she wore for work. Her blond hair was pulled back from her face with a fancy-looking clip, and she looked like home. At the sight of her, I felt a weight shift off my shoulders. My mother worked for some fashion consultancy firm based in London. She was constantly traveling for work, and I’d missed her these past three weeks she’d been away. Hadn’t realized how much until now.
