[ there's disorientation in her eyes, as they cast about and then land back on him. it's clear that she doesn't seem to know what brought her here, that the sole focus of her existence right now, the center she can spin around, is that her son is in front of her, and she knows who he is.
she takes one step in his direction. ]
My boy.
[ her tone switches to something like relief. gratitude. ]
no subject
she takes one step in his direction. ]
My boy.
[ her tone switches to something like relief. gratitude. ]