Little Traveler
He followed his mother but was startled slightly by the sudden presence of his twin. He didn’t tense up but he wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about it either. At the same time though he was almost too tried to really think about it.
“I guess you could say something like zat. I first started realizing zings around ze time when ze triplets were born,” he answered. “I zink ze way zings went really started to knock some sense into me und get through my dense head. It’s why I decided to just become a regular physician und surgeon here in town so I could have normal hours und be around for all of you,” he explained. “Talking with your mother und hearing zings from her und how she felt, it opened my eyes.”
Their mother went to the nearest room and pushed it open, revealing a spacious, almost empty room. A set of table and chairs are right by the large window, with two bookcases sandwiching it. On the right side was a king-sized bed, complete with numerous pillows and blankets. Flowers and small plants surrounded the whole room. It was one of those rooms where someone would just sit back and relax, read a magazine or paint, as evidenced by a lone empty canvas right next to the left bookshelf.
Alva’s mother gently laid him on the bed cushion, with Edsel flopping beside him. She chuckled as she watched her twins drifted off to sleep with not a care in the world. She sat between the two and lifted their heads on her lap, and began to sing a song for the both of them.
Frei listened silently as her father told her the whole story. She sighed. “Manchmal frage ich mich, wie unsere Mutter in dich verliebt.”
“I use to wonder zat a lot back when we first started dating,” her father said. “Even just before zat really. I would tease her und on occasion play pranks on her, und come up with many different nicknames for her. I was a completely different person back zen,” he said and then smiled warmly. “But your mother, your lovely mother, she was ze sunshine I needed back zen to become a better person, a warmer person zan I had let myself become,” he continued. “I would always say zat she was my sun, my moon, und my world, und zat is still true to zis day. Und now all of you, my children, are my twinkling stars zat make my life complete.”
Frei was not sure whether to be embarrassed or happy upon hearing him saying all the things that he loved about their mother. What was he like before meeting her? What made him think of that way? Questions started forming in her mind as she stared at him.
“I’m really lucky to have her und all of you. I’m not sure where I would be or who I would be otherwise,” he said and then chuckled a little. “Your mother can be childish at times but, zat’s one of ze zings I loved about her, und ja, her stubbornness to. Sometimes she would do zese cute little zings zat would just warm my heart und make me smile und sometimes laugh as well.”
The way he speaks about her…Frei can feel that he was and still is in-love with their mother. “Papa…” she mumbled, and raised a brow. “Es ist schön, Sie wieder.” she said shyly and looked down once more.
