C133 Andrew’s POV; A Boy Left, A Man Returned.

I stared out the jet window as Ireland’s city lights melted into the countryside’s darkness. The engine hummed, but my thoughts were louder. It had been years since I last set foot here—since my father’s death, since I left my mother and siblings behind.

Her face came back to me. I remembered it like I had seen it just yesterday. Soft eyes, tired but kind