I had to practically pinch myself to see if I was really awake and this was real, that I was really holding my son. My brain likes to play tricks on me.
"Shelby?" Narvel spoke.
Shelby tried to get out my death grip but I wouldn't let go, I was never letting go again.
Shelby gave up and took the sandwich out of his mouth to speak. "Yeah, It's me."
Narvel came over and go me off Shelby. I gave him a death glare. "Relax Reba, he's not going anywhere. Right?" he asked Shelby.
He laughed. "No."
"We thought you were dead." I started to cry.
"Oh mom." Shelby gave me a hug, I still didn't want to let go.
"What happened? The helicopter you were on crashed." said a confused Narvel.
We sat down to the table. "I survived the crash, my girlfriend, and pilot died on impact. I was hurting a lot, but I knew I couldn't stay here. So I went to find help. I found this cabin, and knocked on the door. It was an older, nice couple who took me in and refused to let me leave until I was healed, hence why I haven't came until now. I had a hard time convincing them I was fine to leave now." my son teared up thinking about what happened.
I hugged him tightly again. "I am so sorry baby."