I thought about it for a few days, and those words from the priest helped me to have a talk with my mother, because the subject had caused some friction between us from time to time.
One day I was able to catch her alone at home, a rare thing! It was a rainy afternoon. I had organized to go out with friends for a game of soccer, but the rain was so intense that they told me on the phone that they had suspended it. My father was traveling; he had needed to go to Madrid for work. Carmen, my older sister, had gone with him, because she wanted to see some friends who lived there. She knew them from the beach at Sanxenxo and they had invited her on several occasions to visit the capital.
She had taken advantage of my fathers trip, and that way He didnt have to go alone, as she put it, of course to justify them allowing her to go. I say that, but the truth is my father was grateful to have some company in the car, so he could chat with someone and the trip would not be so boring.
The twins had an important exam, so even though it was raining when it was time to go, they couldnt stay at home, and Chelito, the little one, was in bed with the flu, and was sleeping after having taken her medicine.
Mom, we have to talk, I said, facing her, taking advantage of the fact that everything was quiet at home.
I still remember her face, as if I were seeing it in front of me now, her pretty brown eyes looked at me with interrogation, penetrating, wanting to guess what I wanted to say to her, like so many times before. I dont know how she did it, but before I opened my mouth, she was already giving me answers for whatever it was I wanted to ask.
Whats wrong? Are you sick? Have you caught the flu from Chelito? Have you been suspended? she asked nervously, with such speed that before finishing a question, she already had the next one on the tip of her tongue and she wouldnt let me say a word.
No, wait, wait, lets sit down for a little bit and chat, I said taking her by the shoulders to reassure her a little.
Well, before that Ill prepare you a glass of warm milk, so you can energize your body, she told me and before I could respond, she had already gone into the kitchen in two strides and put the pot on the stove with milk. She waited a little while for it to warm up, brought it to me, and told me while she handed it to me, Take it warm, Ive thrown in a little honey, just the way you like it.
With the glass in my hands, feeling the warmth of the milk comfort me on that bleak afternoon, and being sat on the sofa next to her, which was strange in itself because the sofa was always full to watch the television and she normally had to sit on a chair, we now had the entire thing just for the two of us.
I dont remember the last time we had a moment alone, she was always doing something.
Well, tell me, you have me on tenterhooks, she told me, what do you want to talk about?
I tried to find the words. I would use gentler words, so that she would not misinterpret them and they would not hurt her. I started by asking:
Mom, do you love me?
Oh son, what a question, do you doubt it? she asked, looking at me with great surprise.
No, I answered resoundingly, listen to me, its very important, I said.
It already seems that way to me, youre kidding me, right? she said more calmly, with a smile.
No Mom, Im being serious.
Me too, she said.
Do you think I love you? I asked her, looking her straight in the eye to see her expression.
Well of course, Ive never doubted it, but youre acting strangely today. Tell me whats wrong with you, youre starting to worry me, she said shifting restlessly on the sofa.
Mom, Im an atheist, I said after taking a long drink from the glass of milk as if to draw strength from it and tell her what it was that was so difficult for me, because I felt it was now or never.
Whaaat? What do you mean? Dont talk nonsense, she said very seriously.
Look, Mom, Im not going to go to church anymore, and I started to explain but I couldnt add anything further, she wasnt listening anymore.
Son, Im sure you have a fever, go to bed right now, Im going to get the thermometer that I left on the nightstand in Chelitos room where I put it earlier.
Jumping up, she got up from the sofa, as if launched by an invisible spring, and boldly moved down the hallway without giving me time to react.
Come back, we have to talk, Im not ill, calm down, I was saying walking behind her, trying to convince her and continue the conversation.
But turning a deaf ear, she kept moving forward, almost forcing me to run to catch up to her. I reached her when she already had her hand resting on the door handle of the room where my little sister slept peacefully. Putting a finger to my mouth I said:
Shhhhh! Youll wake her up, and I added quietly, now that it seems the fever has gone down and she can rest easy, after the bad night has passed, dont go waking her up by making noise.
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What would I see? Why was she screaming like that? We were all woken up and frightened and we went to her room. Mom had arrived first and was already comforting her. Asleep, Chelito cried inconsolably, and between screams said things we didnt understand.
Calm down little one, youre not alone, Im here with you and nothing is going to happen to you, Mom was saying from there beside the bed, while she was gently stroking her head.
It seemed that Chelito was not listening, until Carlitos came running in and lying on the bed, hugged her and said:
Here I am to defend you, dont be afraid, I wont leave you alone.
At that moment she woke up and was surprised to see everyone around her bed, and in her feverish eyes I could see how confused she was, but she couldnt say a word, all she could do was stare at us, from one to the next.
Its okay, its over now, you see? Youre not alone, were with you little one, dont be scared, nothings going to happen to you, Mom was saying to her, while she hugged her and gave her an affectionate kiss.
Why dont you call the doctor Mom? I asked worried about what was happening, because I didnt understand it, it was the first time Id saw my little sister that way.
But son, am I going to bother him at this hour for a cold? Ive been through this situation many times before, she answered more calmly.
But Mom, I protested, its not even like Dads here to take her to the hospital if we need to, I insisted, and what if she gets worse, what will we do with her?
Thats not going to happen, calm yourself and dont be a child, youre already a man, and now that Dads not here youre the man of the house, look at how Carlitos has managed to face the situation.
Yes, but its woken her up and I dont know if shell be alright, I said a little embarrassed.
At that moment, Tono came into the room with a glass of water, and told Chelito:
Take it, this will help the fear pass, for sure.
We all laughed, this pair of twins certainly never failed to surprise us. The situation changed, and despite her fever, Chelito was calmer, so Mom sent us all to bed.
Go back to sleep, you know that tomorrows exam is important, and Dad doesnt want to hear any excuses about why you didnt pass it, she said to the twins.