Chapter 11- Hug
To be held in my mother's arms, was something I never forgot from being a child.
To feel so safe and so loved at the same time.
But how can the first time that we hugged in over twenty years feel the same as it did when I was a child.
Mentally and physically I knew it shouldn't.
This woman shouldn't make me feel that way.
That me been a grown woman she can still make me feel like a small child.
Safe and Secure.
That's the thing with emotions.
They're not rational.
Irina paces around the rooftop. The marshals watching her intently. But Irina didn't care she was just glad to be outside. She turns and spot's Sydney. A smile appears on her face and then she speaks.
"Kendall's allowed me fifteen minutes here, twice a week. You put in the request, didn't you, to give me time out here?"
"Yeah. We appreciated your help in Kashmir." Sydney says the smile reciprocated slightly on her own face.
" I need you to understand... I was eighteen when the KGB recruited me. For a woman to be asked to serve her country, it was a future, it meant... empowerment, independence. I was a fool to think that any ideology could come before my daughter." Irina seized the moment. Knowing this could be one of the few times she could have to explain herself.
The tears started to come from both of them. Not much but enough. Enough to make Sydney uncomfortable. Wanting to get away, so turned and started to leave.
" Sydney?" Irina asks
Sydney stopped after her mother said that. And turns back to face her. Before she knew what was happening. She was pulled into a tight embrace. The years falling away. Their memories going back, remembering every detail from the last time they had done that,
The spell unexpectedly broken.
The Marshals telling them to separate. So they did reluctantly. Tears streaming down both their faces.
For a split second. All I wanted to do was freeze that moment.
That was until the marshall stepped in.
Stopping an innocent mother/daughter hug.
Something that nobody was sympathetic about.
Not Kendall, not my father and not even Vaughn.
All I got was.
"Sydney, remember who she is, what's she's done who she is."
But if I'm not sure about who my mother was then.
Why are they?