C161 Touch her and die

Colby

My mind wasn't in the room; it was far off, consumed by thoughts of my mom. Lately, I'd been missing her so much. Memories of her flooded my mind, and it felt like it was just yesterday that I was seven years old, crying and trying to follow her.

"Mom, mom!" I wailed, my little legs moving as fast as they could to catch up with her.

But she seemed to be moving farther and farther away