hp:living a new life

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 tire. 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"

"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 ???"

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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.

And I feel like you are my family.

Its so frustrating....sorry..."

There was scilence.

Then she hugged me it was warn 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"