That weekend, I drove to
my mother’s house. This was actually the first time I was driving the car that
we had received as a present by my father in law. Fred was always the one
behind the wheel. The drive was smooth although I stopped on the highway on a
shopping center to grab some snacks.
My mother was by the
front of the house. She was on her favorite rocking chair with a woman’s
pregnant magazine on her laps. When she saw me, she ran to where I packed the
car and gave me a big hug.
“Hey mama.” I said.
“Hey baby, welcome home.”
She ushered me to the
house and offered me a cup of tea. We always had this little tradition of
having tea or coffee in those little English cups; the ones that comes with a
saucer. It always made us feel a bit high class…without the accent!
The décor in the house
had been changed. Most of the pictures that had been hanged on the walls had
been removed. I guess she wanted to remove some of dad’s photos. Even the couch
that was always by the fire-place too had been moved to the window. It really
looked cool and showed how the old style was outdated.
Back to my mother, she
looked all well although I couldn’t figure out what she wanted to talk about.
She had on a black linen trousers and a white blouse. She was fabulous. As we
sipped on more tea, I asked her what the issue was.
“Mum, what is it?” I
asked.
“Nothing is wrong my
dear. I wanted to have an important conversation with you since you have to
know.”
“What?” I asked
nervously.
“I had talked to your
brother earlier and told him I wanted to move closer to the city.”
“Like to visit or moving
permanently?” I asked.
“Like in moving
permanently.” She answered while pouring herself another cup of tea.
“What? But why mum?”
“Your dad is not here
anymore my child. This house is too big for me and I am lonely. Most of my
friends have careers, I have none.”
“Oh mum!” I sighed.
“I was thinking I rent
this place up and go get a smaller house in the city. I’ll be closer to your
aunts and you guys.”
“It’s not a bad idea mum
but will you manage the change?”
“I think I’ll manage.”
She replied.
“I am not really for the
idea but I’ll support you in whatever decision you make mum, I know it must
have been hard for you being alone.”
“Thank you Catherine.”
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