I’ve been away for three months. Boot camp, they called it. For me, it was just 90 days of cold bunks, barking sergeants, and the crushing absence of her .
If you want to write a series or a longer work:
She didn't say anything at first. She just looked at me, her eyes tracing every line on my face as if she were memorizing a map she thought she’d lost. Then, she stepped forward and pulled me into her. It wasn't just a hug; it was an anchor.
“Mom?” My voice cracks. I hate that.
The scene combines the Freeuse niche with the Taboo/Mom niche.