it was perfect

Dragging my luggage on the cold grey floor, and I got more and more and more nervous when I saw the yellow exit sign, illuminated the hallway.

"This is it." I said to myself as I took one step forward the exit. I swear I could hear my own heartbeat because it was beating really fast. Almost like a drumroll.

My eyes wander, searching for one face I've been longing to see. Then there she was, humble as ever, with her red hijab I once bought for her birthday, and the same smile with the one I always treasured in back of my mind.

And just like that, I walked faster, and faster, and faster, like there was a strong magnetic field pulling me towards her. Or maybe just this longing that was bursted out from being kept for months.

I hugged her then, tightly.

Oh how I missed her so much, I couldn't held my tears in its place. The hug was last for a minute, but for me one minute was more than enough to satisfy the hunger of her warm embrace.

How could I asked for more when the first face I saw when I stepped out of the airport was the face from a woman who gave birth to me. The same woman who raised me. The same woman who never stop having my back.

It was more than enough. It was perfect.