"Cough. Cough." An older woman sits looking out her
dinning room window. She looks out at the land before
her. It's so green and beautiful. Thinking soon she
will leave this world and her only son. He's a good
boy, well, not a boy any more. The woman has always
worried for her son Michael. He's a good boy always
willing to help another. Loving and kind, but she is
not blind to his loneliness. There have been many of
the girls in Croanan who have shown Her son Michael
favor. But they all turned out to be shallow and only
wanting his body, not his heart or mind. Michael's
a smart boy and she raised him to be loving and kind
but not to fall prey to the world outside of their
little island.
"Cough. Cough." The woman thinks about her son and
his happiness. The woman she knew her son Michael had
loved believed she loved him but only used him to
make her real love jealous. Only to have that one
kill her. Her son was devastated and she hears him
crying at night when the house is quiet and the world
outside sleeps. Looking down she thinks how can she
leave her son alone in a world that is not so kind
beyond their little world.
Looking at a picture of her husband and her with their
son as a small boy. She smiles. Thinking of the music
they loved so well, the dancing and laughter and oh
yes the love. "Cough. Cough. Cough." She picks up a
photo of fifteen of the best blues players in the world
and a soft smile touches her lips. "populu rimarchevul."
(Incredible people.) The photo has Art Tatum, Charles
Mingus, Art Blakey. Billie Holiday to name a few. The
woman loves their music that these greats have created
over the years. She's written them all and all have in
return sent her letters and autographs and photos of
their appreciation for her support and love for what
they do. All have sent her something but Dizzy Gilespie.
He and Billie Holiday were her true favorites. "Cough.
Cough."
"Mama! Perchè vo vulete, seduta, tuttu sulu? Here. qualle
tempu per a vostra midicina. Sicurezza shirov disse: tenite
vi ripusari." (Mama! Why are you sitting all alone? Here.
It's time for your medicine. Doctor shirov said you should
rest.) Michael says with not such a sutle tone of worry. "Iu
sugnu Lettera dolce, Michael. U Patrunu Du un bonu giuvini
tali. Perchè sì u pinseri di 'na vecchia. You deve esse fora
à la vita vivant mondu. Non tratu quì di stigghi di un lavare
su debuli vecchia." (I'm okay sweet Michael. You're such a
good young man. Why are you worried for an old woman. You
should be out in the world living life. Not stuck here caring
for a washed up weak old woman.) Katherine Jackson says softly
to her beautiful son. She smiles. "Cough. Cough. Cough." "Mama,
vai chì l'jungi daretu à lettu Lettera?" (Mama, come on let's
get you back to bed okay?) Katherine nods. Michael glanced at
the table and seen his mother had been looking at her photo
again of the Jazz greats of all time. Michael too enjoyed their
music. He had wondered a few times why Dizzy Gilespie was the
only one who had not answered. Maybe he never seen the letter?
Dismissing that thought Michael turned all his focus to his
mother.
He worried for her too. Over the last few months he's
noticed that his mother tires more easily and is losing
weight. The doctor said it's just a bad cold. A cold that's
lasted six months, he's not stupid Michael thinks. "Veni Avà
matri. Firmamu Lettera? I Mulateri Di L'avemu un pocu a
merenda per noi in un quì à pocu." (Come now mother. Rest
okay? I'll have some lunch for us in a little while.) "Ju nun
sugnu troppu famiti Michael. Ma forsi quarchi Meli, avena,
pane cun marmellata casca?" (I'm not too hungry Michael. But
maybe some honey oat toast with jam on it?) Katherine winks
and smiles. She begins to cough again.
COUGH!! COUGH!! COUGH!!
COUGH!! COUGH!!
"Mamma..." (Mother...) Michael has tears in his eyes. He
is scared for his mother. If anything happens to her....
Michael can hear the radio in the background from earlier
in the day when his mother had it on.
"Lu s'arricorda di a pace incù khardis generale, è lu
primu ministru fhrarkis nun nni jemu oltri ca comu la
spiranza. I dui vuluntà upirazzioni so discussioni nantu
à megliu interessi di Croanan nantu à Luni. Ognunu pò
spergu solu chi a so reunione sò un unu di successu."
(The peace talks with General khardis and prime minister
fhrarkis are not going as well as hoped. The two will
resume their discussion on Croanan's best interests on
Monday. We all can only hope that their meetings are a
successful one.)
"Nun vi scantati, u mo figliolu. Iu sugnu Lettera. Just
stancu. d'A to mamma vecchiu, ma ju nun sugnu menzu yet."
(Don't worry my son. I'm okay. Just tired. Your mother's
old but I'm not through yet.) Katherine smiles. "Oh mamma,
voi ùn sò vechji." (Oh mother, you are not old.) Michael
leans down and kisses her cheek softly. Katherine giggles.
"Ti tengu caru Michael." (I love you Michael.)
COUGH!! COUGH!!
COUGH!! COUGH!!
"Ti tengu caru matri." (I love you mother.) "E ju vi u mo
applehead!" (And I you my applehead!) She smiles and he
laughs. Michael left out of the room and went to call her
doctor.
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MJ Fantasy Who Needs Words When A Heart Knows Love?
FanfictionLost and alone in a foreign land. Doesn't speak the language, no one understands him. His sick mother worries for him in their war torn homeland.....what's Michael to do? Who will save him? Help him? Won't anyone try to lend a helping hand?
