Married to myself

floor. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Mom. What would her reaction be? Would her eyes light up with joy, or would they hold a flicker of r

dad, his face creased with a smile I hadn't seen in years, was washing a dusty car. Beside him, a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, was diligently scrubbing the tires. Henry? It couldn't be. The

tared back at me. They were strangers, yet familiar. They were my siblings. A lump formed in my throat. They looked a

nd fruits. Her face, etched with the lines of time and hardship, was still beautiful. My mom. The dam holding back my emoti

then her own arms came around me, holding me tight. We wept together, a torrent of unspoken emotions flowing be

shadow of guilt, perhaps. But I didn't care. She was here. She was my mom. In our famil

ere, her eyes wide with wonder. Evan, quiet and observant, his gaze now filled with recognition. And the others... Favour, William, Joy, Jennifer, Christian, David, Raymond, Richard (the twins!), Michael, and Miranda (another set of twins!). So many faces, so many name