The Truth Of The Past

Although he had been expecting this answer from the first moment he saw the woman before him, the word still echoed in his mind like war drums. A flood of emotions washed over him, as he stood there in silence for several minutes.

Although it was not a guarantee, he had been aware of the possibility that the mysterious spirit was his mother just based on Barden's description of the events that had happened. Even so, the confirmation of the truth nearly overwhelmed him, as tears began to form in his eyes.

The woman's spirit form floated before John stared at him lovingly in silence as she let him process everything.

"How...how did this all happen? How did I end up here as a baby? Why did you send me away? Why are you not here in person. Who…"

John's string of questions trailed off as he became choked up with an overwhelming surge of emotions. The woman smiled at John as her hand suddenly reached out and touched his forehead.