She then mentioned there was something in the glove compartment. When I opened it, I found a stack of childhood drawings, each depicting me as a stick figure labeled “Mom.”
Emily revealed that she had always loved me but had been hesitant to show it, fearing it might betray her late mother. The drawings were her way of expressing her true feelings.
We embraced, sharing laughter and tears, and for the first time, I felt a deep, genuine connection as Emily’s mom.