It was November 14, 2014; as I stood in the cold and welcoming airport, my hands were shaking with nervousness. As I anxiously waited to see my king walk through the double doors, the moment finally arrived. When I saw him enter I couldn't help but run to him and hug him with all the strength I had. As tears of joy streamed down my face, I flashed the brightest smile I'd ever had before. Afterwards, we were on our way home and all we could do was try to catch up. As time passed, we spent every moment trying to make up for the lost years; however, we realized that there was nothing we could do and that the time could not be made up. For example, my ancestor and I were walking around the mall and he wanted me to hold his hand like I was still his little girl from the day he left me. My matriarch, however, was not like that because she was by my side throughout my childhood. It didn't take long for everyone to get used to the new ways of living at home, and now we're starting a new chapter with a little boy on the way