บท 168: Turning Point

Mom left shortly after that, a farewell smile on her face and her hand in a wave. True to her word, the kitchen sink had never glistened and shone with as much polish as it had after she had done her work upon it.

She might as well have converted it into a full-fledged mirror with how glossy and reflective it had become, and to top it off, she even reorganized and rearranged the entirety of the kitchen amenities exactly to her liking - looking at it now, it was like taking a quick glimpse of home.

Guess she must have done that on purpose, but I digress…

When she left, everybody was there at the porch-side to watch her go. I was the only one that waved back. 

Then after a minute or two, gone like the wind she was, disappearing into the far off horizon, as if she never even came over, to begin with, and yet although she had departed - that's only in the physical sense.