Everywhere I looked was her face. Every one of her friends who messaged me was another picture of her that I had to look at over and over again.
She looked at me and asked if I had anything to say. It all came out at once; I burst into tears, unable to speak. She apologized for the years she was hard on me, saying she only wanted me to be successful. It didn't matter what words she used. I understood her meaning, and forgave her.