“No, don’t even think about it,” I interrupt him immediately.
“Your mother has the right to live her life. I don’t want her to spend years taking care of me, washing me, dressing me and worrying that I might set the house on fire.”
“Mum loves you.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” He smiles tenderly. “And I love her. That’s the reason I don’t want her to be a part of everything that’s coming my way. You have to promise me.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“For her. You can do it for her.” He looks at me very seriously for a few seconds before I force myself to nod. “All right then, let’s go inside.” He wraps up, taking off his gloves and heading towards the house.
I watch him go in, and after a few seconds, he appears behind the living room window. My mother joins him, says something that makes him smile and then gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.
I watch them in their happiness, so tender and in love, and I can’t help wondering how many more moments like this there will be for them.
When the worst will hit, taking away the best part of them. And of me.
This family is the most precious gift life could grant me, and I would do anything to keep it going.
