Most Confidential Encounter by ZP

My mom is the most precious thing I have in life, and my love just increased when she gave me the biggest surprise ever. I was 8 years old and I was living in the Dominican Republic at that time. Everything felt so dead, the plants looked so opaque, and life wasn’t life. Everything was still the same, but it felt different. I felt so happy and fortunate to have every feeling I thought was dead back because I was feeling so sad and alone. I thought she wasn’t going to be there, by my side, when I missed her the most. And she did, she came back. After nearly 7 months, just 2 days before Christmas, my mom came home from New York, just to spend time with me. I immediately said to myself: Thanks God, for giving me what I wanted.

I remember it was around 2 in the afternoon, I was just getting out of the bus that took me from school to my house. I had a presentiment that something good was going to happen that day, but I never imagined that it could be something as wonderful as what happened. When the bus was parking, I got to see some suitcases but had no idea of whose it was. And that’s when it hits me! IT WAS MY MOM’S! I ran down the stairs really fast, so fast that I almost fell. There she was; with her blond hair longer, wavier, and softer than ever, with that amazing perfume she loves, smelling like a super star, more beautiful than ever! I started crying of happiness and my smile was endless. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; all that I wished for the last 6 months was right in from of me! I hugged her vehemently, and I didn’t want to let go. She hugged me back, and started crying too. Happiness was immeasurable in that moment.

I had already missed a Christmas without my mom, and that was the most miserable Christmas ever. It was horrible! It was like a party without people, or a computer without internet! I didn’t want that day to reoccur. I wanted us to be uniting in this Christmas; I wanted the family to come together again. We all knew it would be a good Christmas since she was there and we didn’t have to be separated again. And honestly, that was the best Christmas ever. The spirit was back, you could feel the happiness in the air. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. The little piece that was missing was finally returning to us, and we received it with our arms wide open.

My mom was the greatest gift I could have ever had that Christmas, she is the most important surprise of my life, and a holyday without her is like a funeral. This was the most confidential and emotional encounter I had in my life, it plays like a movie in my mind every day, and I will never forget it. When I saw her, my eyes shined and so did hers. I believe that was the most blissful moment I’ve had with my mom in my entire life. Distance separate bodies, not hearts.

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  1. “a holyday without her is like a funeral” I could not have said it better myself. Parents, specially mothers are the greatest things in our life.

  2. OMG! Zahira u made me cry for real,,
    I havent seen my mom for 3 years,,
    nd I could alredy imagine the day i’ll see her
    😦 </3 ,,
    i miss mio mommie 😦

  3. omg this is like totally cute:). lmfaooo, i agree with everything she said. My mom is the most precious thing i have in my life.

  4. It is Graduation day- Friday, June 20, 2014. This is my first time on this site. Whoever reads this comment knows that words never die. Three + years later, and this story has still affected a life. I just read this story to my wife and daughter.

    Very truly,

    Mr. Naar

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