Christos.Knowing we can’t have our talks in the hallway so as not to disturb their sleeping Mum, I did not want to also suggest waiting for them downstairs, they might decide to go into their mother’s room while I was not there to stop them.“Come to Eric’s room when you are through Erica. I will appreciate waiting for you over there.” I decided firmly as I followed Eric to his room.“Make yourself comfortable.” The young Eric said graciously like a host and I felt my lips twitching briefly in amusement.Looking round the room with eyes that were hooded under their shades, I was not surprised to see that so much effort and love had gone into making the room a sanctuary for the young boy.Painted a royal shade of purple and gold, it gave the effect of a palace that’s plainly decorated with a young Prince in mind. Fitting!Turning to my left, I saw a Spider-Man and Batman poster that obviously even the young maturely behaved Eric could not resist and I chuckled. ‘It’s slightly comfort
Christos. I could not believe that in the midst of the kids' dramas, I almost forgot about the sick woman in the room. Their mother! Now impatient to go back to her side, I took the two children by their shoulders as I made them sit on the bed. “There is no big deal about my coming, kids. Your Mum did not turn up at work today and we got worried.” I started calmly; glad that they would never know how far I was from the truth. “She did not? But Mum never misses work.” Erica said with a little show of surprise and I thought about how good she would be in Hollywood. Such a dramatic queen! “Well, she did and because I was also worried, I came here to check on her and guess what I saw when I got here?” “What?” They chorused slowly in unison. “A woman having a fever. I met your Mum sleeping with the shades drawn and the room thrown into total darkness and when I touched her skin, it was so hot, I was almost scalded.” I had not meant to reveal all or be very upfront with their Mum’s he
Christos. With them insisting on not leaving their Mum all alone in her weak state and me insisting they must eat, we called Mary to come upstairs. “Come in Mary.” I called softly after hearing a brief knock. “How is she doing?” She asked softly after sending a brief glance towards the bed. “Coming out of it hopefully.” I said confidently, knowing those little humans had their ears pinned to the ground. Mary obviously understood much could not be said in front of the little ones because she accepted my words casually. “Please, Mary, can you get some food up here for us? The kids insisted on staying in the room with their Mum and I know for a fact that their Mum would want them to have some food after school lunch.” I explained apologetically, letting her know it was not intentional to stress her up the stairs when I already noticed her knees were not really strong for the exercise. “Sure, Mr. Fernandez. I will make rice right away.” Mary promised and I smiled. “We don’t want t
Christos. I was glad when Mary walked in thirty something minutes later with a tray of food and getting up to help her put the food on the table, we quickly made a short work of it. Soon, the table was covered with plates of chicken, fries, soda and juice. Dismissing Mary to go back to her duties, I took the plates and served the kids and because I was also famished despite my concern for Becca’s health, I took a plate and served myself also before sitting down quietly to my meal. “You will agree that there is nothing like good French fries, right, Uncle Christos?” Eric commented with a smile and since it was obvious I was also enjoying my meal, there was no denying of the fact. “Absolutely correct, son—hmm Eric.” About to make the same mistake again, I quickly changed the son to his name. From the way both siblings peered at me, it was obvious they noticed, although none of them made mention of it; which I’m grateful for! “What do you care for, Uncle Christos? Juice or soda?” E
Christos.“Yea, right, Eric. It is hilarious how Mum almost murdered Uncle Christos right now with her ‘Mummy is angry brown eyes’.” And as if she found this to be very hilarious, the chit of a girl fell to the bed to laugh happily.“Found it funny, right?” I intoned sardonically, pretending to be extremely angry.And instead of the pity or remorse I was expecting, the little madam seemed to find it even funnier and she went off again in a wild laugh.To my surprise, I swung my gaze to the usually serious Eric and I was left speechless when I saw his face twitch lightly before he joined his sister in full throated laughter.Folding my arms tightly across my wide chest, I crossed my legs in a waiting posture and with an I-am-hurt expression on my face, I kept my gaze on them.“Oh—please—stop—Uncle Christos, my—tummy—my tummy is hurting me and—and I won’t be able to stop if you keep on like that.” Erica gasped loudly and it was an effort to keep a stern expression on my face.“Serves yo
Christos.A momentary silence and then a rough cough.“Did you give me some medication aside from the hot soup?” She finally asked with coffee eyes that could not hide their weariness and I chuckled.“No, Becca, the medication was the soup. It is something we usually take in my family for fever relief and I added a little bit to your soup to help you get better sooner.” I offered an explanation.“But how? When you came here you didn't even know I was sick.” She cried softly and I was pleasantly surprised.It is good to know even in sickness, this woman’s brain is working properly and alertly. Shows she is a true survivor.“You are right, I did not know and I was not prepared for that, but after seeing your state of health, I immediately called one of my men to bring it for me. Which if you ask your housekeeper, she would confirm to you, Madam Thomas.” I chided softly, unwilling to admit that a part of me is seriously hurt that she seemed not to trust me, even now.“Oh—I see. I did not
Christos.“What is funny, Uncle Christos?” Erica asked with surprise and I could read the perplexity in their eyes. It was apparent the game was only known to their Mum and my humble self.“Nothing, sweetheart. I just found your Mum’s reaction to being sick hilarious. That’s all.” Knowing I had to say something, I offered that as an explanation.“She was a baby in the morning? Was that the joke?” Eric asked slowly, as if he’s used to their Mum acting younger than her age.About to shake my head with a random excuse, a memory came to my head and I realised he was much closer to the truth than he thought.Remembering how their Mum begged about staying at home and doing all we said, I could not keep a soft gentle smile from coming to my eyes.“How did you know? I tell you, dear, she was exactly as you described.” I said with a tiny flick of my hand to prove my point and the kids giggled.“Talking of being sick, how come you did not go to the hospital, Mum? I thought you always said hospi
Becca.As I stood frozen by the door, listening to those sounds, I felt not just my face but the whole of my body turning red and I was not so sure if what I was feeling was anger or waves of embarrassment.Really! I never believed a day would come that my own children would conspire with strangers against me.Well, maybe in this case, the word stranger is not applicable but the fact still remains that this person is someone they just met not so long ago, yet looking at them now, with their heads almost together as they laughed boisterously at my expense, one would think they are the family and I am the stranger amidst them.And the fact that I could see the undeniable similarities between them even in this pathetic situation is not helping matters. Turning briefly to the side so I can hide my expression from them, I took a deep breath before turning slightly to peek at them again from my left eyes.‘Holy cow, how did we get here?’ I thought with a weird feeling in my tummy, as I fin