Reencuentro con mi hijo

Hello this is my first story here... you are Elisa... I've been a widow for the second time, months after I lost my husband, I got in touch with my son who was living in PIPA Brazil and had been there for years.... we agreed that he would come back to visit me soon and that we would try to rebuild our relationship.... a few days later, I was getting ready to pick him up... renewed physically and mentally.... early I went to the hairdresser's, manicure, etc.... I thought of inviting him to a bar in Pilar to have something on the way home... I got off my taxi before retouching my lip gloss... perfume... mirror... with my purse hanging from my left arm... my hair loose and a summer dress made of multicolored gauze walking firmly towards the arrivals area.... my heart was jumping out of my chest.... my breasts were reserved for later... and I see him coming... I stretch out my arms... between tears and kisses... apologies and tears... we're leaving, walking hand in hand... he's holding me around the waist... I'm on his shoulders... I'm happy, I feel full... I look at my cleavage... I'm supporting it.... I wasn't carrying any luggage just a backpack... I was bronzed... all a man of 30 years old... with slightly long hair... celestial eyes... firm and strong body... I melted walking with him... I sat down to drive... he's the copilot..... and before we started, he says mami changed you look great... thank you son, you're divine... mami did you get your cleavage? I wonder how it is... my life shows much? Do I look bad?... no mom, you look fine...... they were droopy... now they're beautiful... we left between chats and laughter... telling each other everything... almost without wanting to arrive in Kansas... when we arrived the valet took the taxi and we entered the bar..... we sat down and I was again perplexed when the waitress, a goddess... asked us what we wanted to drink?.... If you like my story, continue reading it... thank you for reading me.