The day was new, but she felt that something had changed. She stood in front of the door, looking into the distance. During these months, each day had passed slowly, each moment without her son had been a silent agony she couldn’t explain. Her eyes saw everything around her, but her heart remained frozen in an endless wait.
And then, she saw him. In the distance, a military bus was slowly approaching. Her heart began to race. Her hands tightened, and she moved closer to the door, unable to hold back the emotion. With every step, she could feel her emotions rising from deep within her soul.
When the bus finally stopped, she saw him—her son, wearing his army uniform, tired from the long journey, but with a smile that made his eyes shine. He sat for a moment, as if not quite believing he was there, and then he looked. He looked at her, standing in the sunlight, waiting for him to come to her.
She couldn’t hold back any longer. In quick steps, she rushed out the door and wrapped her arms around him tightly. No words could describe that moment. They stayed there, holding each other, wordless, but her heart spoke louder than any words could. She held him in her arms like she had when he was little, like she always had when things were tough. He was her son, and he was home again, after all that time.
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