Mother's Day is often times a date of celebration, to spend as much time as possible with those who had given birth or adopted them. Of course for someone like John it would be hard to do so, not just because he lost his mom when he was seventeen, but also because he didn't know her all that well. He felt awful from the shock of her death at first, but as the years went on he didn't feel much pain. He still missed her like no tomorrow, but didn't know what to do for her besides talk about music.
"Mum? You're the reason I'm here... No that just sounds weird. How about I would never have gotten into music without you? No, I said that last year and the year before and the year before that. There has to be something else I can tell her.."
Cynthia took Julian with her to see old Lillian while John was with his aunt Mimi, she was the closest thing John had to a real mom. She may have been firm with him and wasn't very encouraging of his musical career but she was the only family he had left. Of course there was his long lost father but the less said about him the better in John's eyes. "Y'know, I haven't really said anything about you Mimi."
"Me? But I'm not your biological mother, today's supposed to be celebrating them, not aunts." Mimi questioned, putting away the dishes.
"I know you're just my mum's sister, but you've been a mother to me most of my life. You raised me ever since I was just a tot, you and I made a lot of great memories together."
The old woman smiled, kept a framed photo of the day John went to see a play of Puss In Boots. "You were an adorable little boy, in your little boots with Puss. Then there were the times when you and Uncle George would play pranks on me and my sisters, don't even get me started on taking handfuls of Jaffa cakes when I wasn't looking."
John giggled away, he would have snuck more of the chocolate covered orange biscuits if Mimi didn't smack his hand away. "Wait until after I finish making the Sunday roast will you? I remember you trying to help out, it ended with you eating away at the roast potatoes."
"Yeah yeah, I just love what you do with those spuds. Boil 'em for a while to keep them from drying out and then it's off to the fryer! And with a sprinkling of salt for good measure, can you teach me how to make them? I wanna surprise Cyn when her birthday comes around!"
"Oh you have five months to practice." Out of the corner of his eye, John saw all his old art framed on the wall. "I remember making this back at Dovedale when I was eleven, oh! And here's the piece I did for the Daily Howl, I wonder if old Quarrybank is still doing that newsletter."
"I doubt it, no one can recreate your.... Umm... Unique sense of humor. At least no one but your mother that is, you definitely got her free spirit when you were born."
"Oh! I still haven't said that about her. Umm, can you accompany me while we go to her grave?"
Pulling her nephew into a hug, she kissed his forehead. "Of course I will, I miss her dearly too you know? I didn't want to separate her from you but that breakup her and Alfred went through was a nasty one. I didn't think she was fit to raise you with that household."
"I know, I mean I can't hold onto a past grudge forever. At least I got to spend some time with her before that day came, we can pay uncle George a visit too. We just need an Aunt and Uncle day too in order for May to really be perfect."
After eating, the two laid a plate of food down on Julia's grave. Upon leaving they didn't notice a hand popping up to take their offerings."
