I knew that this was going to be an unusual day the moment my ‘long lost’ mother showed up at my door. It was like any other day; sun shining, blue sky, light breeze, the smell of burning cat hair coming from my neighbor’s apartment. It was normal.

The moment the lady showed up at my door, I thought she was a drug dealer or homeless. Her clothes were ripped and her arms were covered in bandages. Her hair was long and black. She looked absolutely filthy, as if she’d been in a life or death situation. Her skin was pale and cheeks were sunken in.

I’d met a drug addict before. They had similar qualities. You can understand my confusion.

“I’m not interested in drugs, ma’am.” I said.

The woman gave me an offended look. “I’m not selling drugs.” She replied.

“Oh, then how can I help you?” I wasn’t usually in the mood to help strangers. I hated people and I planned to pass it on to the next person.

There was a man standing behind her. He had brown hair, tanned skin, and piercing blue eyes. They were intense and made me want to shut the door then and there.

“This is going to very strange, but I need you to believe every word I say.” The woman said.

I nodded for this woman to continue. I did not believe anything she was going to say. I did not believe anything homeless people said.

“I’m your mother, Hera, and we need your help.”