Every year on February 14th, your boys would watch as you gazed into the streets, waiting for something, for someone to come and every year they couldn't handle the disappointed look upon your face when nothing turned up. They were determined to make this year different.
So as the bed dipped slightly, you rolled over, voices chanting faintly in the background. You groaned, grabbing your pillow and pulling it over head trying to escape back to the land of the sleeping.
“Mutti! Mutti! Wake up!”
“Wake up, Mama!”
“Wake up, Maman!”
All three voices chanted, the bed continuously dipping as they jumped up and down on the bed.
Your eyes opening lazily as you groaned, “All right, I’m up, I’m up!”
Slowly, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your eyes before turning to look at Gilbert, Francis and Antonio who were now seated on your bed with their hands behind their backs.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They shouted simultaneously, presenting various gifts to you.
Gilbert had a card in his hands which had a scrawled drawing of Gilbird on it, a rose in his beak, Francis presented to you a bunch of lovely red roses and Antonio was clasping bar of your favourite chocolate.
A surprised smile stretched across your face as you asked astonished, “Boys, where did you get the money to buy all this?”
“We used the birthday money we got from Mamie and saved up the pocket money you gave us.” Francis answered proudly, a gentle smile gracing his face.
“We didn’t want you to be sad this year, Mama.” Antonio broke in with an anxious voice, your eyes widened in surprise as a small gasp escaped your lips. “So…do you like it?”
“Of course I do! It’s wonderful, thank you my lovely little boys!” Opening your arms wide, tears collecting at the corners of your [e/c] orbs, you gestured to them. “Come ‘ere”.
They all jumped into your arms, each struggling to hug you, you wrapped your arms around them burying your chin into Gilbert’s shoulder as the tears leaked from eyes onto his skin.
“Mutti? Are you crying?” He queried, shifting slightly in your arms, little hands clutching tighter.
“I’m just really happy, that’s why I’m crying. Its okay, boys, you haven’t made me sad. You don’t need to worry.”
“We're glad you’re happy".
“Te quiero mama”.
“Je t'aime Maman”.
"Ich liebe dich, Mutti".
“I love you too Gil, Toni and Francis” You replied with a smile, as you leaned in to kiss their cheeks.
'They’ve grown so much…I miss you, Germania, Rome. Come back'