What I wouldn't give to see my mother again.
This week, I had another blast from the past. A message popped up from someone buried deep down in the past and it pretty much evoked the same response. Winded.
A name not spoken in many years. A faded photo in an album. A crumpled letter in an office rubbish bin. Tales of revenge and women scorned.
I feel like Pandora's Box has been opened.