It was morning .
Home wasn't that big.
A small two storey house
it was evident that rooms were added.
mom showed me my room.
I put my bag in the room.
As i looked at mom she Really look tired.
Should I make a coffee for her? I ask mom
"where is the kitchen?"
She looked surprise
"it's downstairs ,Why ???"
" I want to make some coffee?"
My mom stood there with her mouth wide open.
Is there a problem????
"Mom???"
"Aaa..do you know how to make coffee???"
????
"Is there anyone who doesn't know how to make coffee??"
"Yes,YOU"
She said.
"Ooo...anyway l want to try"
"No you have to rest."
"Come on mom, let's go down.
let me make you a coffee, l have some thing to tell you after you relax.
Come on"
I took her hand and came down.
I seated her in in the living room
"Wait for me "
I entered the kitchen. Everything was in reachable positions.
So I made two cups of coffee. Brought it to Mom.
"How is it??"
"Ooo...it's good. Where do you learn that??"
"That's what I want to talk"
"Mom can we take a walk ???"
.
.
.
We where outside in a side of a mountain.
with a small breeze.
Perfect for heart-felt talk.
She must have known that i want to have a real talk.
We walked in silence for sometime.
then I started speaking
"I don't really remember anything being Ron.
I feels like you are my mother and ginny is my sister
harry is my friend ,
but what I remember is that I lived on my own. I had a little brother.
I do kick boxing you know a sport. And I like cooking.
and I remember living where magic didn't exist.
But I don't remember any faces,
don't remember any friends
not even my mother.as a matter of fact I didn't had one.
And you says you're my family....
Its.... so frustrating....
sorry..."
There was silence.
Then she hugged me.
it was warm.
a warmness we only feel in mother which was so alien to me.
for the first time in my life I cried.
"It's doesn't matter Ron. I have taken you as my son, you will always be my son."