After this special experience, Raphael would spend every day a little time next to his father’s grave. He just told him his every day’s things. If he had a question, he used to ask his father. He didn’t speak but asked him in silence. After that, an answer would shop up in his mind. That did not always happen… only when it was important.
He didn’t want to bother his mom with these things, so he tried to find an answer at the Public Library. There he made his homework and he spent hours and hours reading. He was already considered as the local bookworm.
Cynthia observed all this and she thought that the boy needed other children because he was too young to be that serious. He should enjoy his youth.
Ilona herself wasn’t home but Chester was and Raphael gave the message to the man.
He asked him why. Then Mattie said that his mother was always with the twins and hardly had any time for him. Today she had gone to the pediotrician with them. That’s why he was alone again.
“Ah, I see” said Raphael and he thought that he was far better off because his father was always at home, in the garden. He always had time for him and so did his mother.
During days he remembered what Mattie had told him and he wondered if it would really be that bad to have a younger brother or sister. He was kind of daydreaming of how it would be to have a baby in the family. He even forgot about the books during some days.
His cheeks turned red because he hadn’t paid attention.
“So you were daydreaming! You’re not attending very well lately. Is there anything wrong?”
“No madam, it’s just… hm…
I didn’t sleep very well last night because we had a burglar and due to the alarm and the police, I couldn’t sleep.” He didn’t lie; there had been a burglar at their house but the police officer had not been able to arrest him.
“That’s not an excuse! You can make it up by taking these important papers to the Town Hall.. after school of course!”
There he was again; at the library. He wondered why so few people went there. Most of the time, he was there alone. It was that afternoon that he found a book about oriental philosophy. This was very interesting for him. It explained that you couldn’t get the skills only by reading; you had to put the advice into practice. He didn’t understand everything but he found this so thrilling that he forgot all about time and when he was aware it was late, he hurried home.
“Mom… why are you angry with the teacher? She was right; I didn’t pay attention and she has nothing to do with the fact we had a burgler last night! The only one to blame is me…, for not paying attention in class and for forgetting to look at the clock when in the library. Please, I beg you not to go to school tomorrow. I would feel very uncomfortable.”
Cynthia looked down at her son and at the same moment she looked up at her husband. She had recognized his spirit in the boy’s words. She hugged the boy and said: “Excuse me son, I was very worried and just don’t want you to get hurt and bullied.”
He smiled and said: “How can they hurt me…? Even when you’re nog around, dad is with me.” Then he made a funny movement with his nose and said: “Hmmm… I smell that you prepared something nice for dinner.”
While the boy was eating and afterwards washing the dish, Cynthia was thinking that she should think twice before speaking. After those wise words from her son’s mouth, she understood that his father had been with him during the day.
Next day when she left for her daily walk, Ilona came up her way. She told her she was pregnant again and that they had to find a bigger house. So… she would be moving very soon, most probably to a house near Hospital. She was very busy with the twins and not really pleased to have another little one so soon. The twins just had their birthday and were toddlers now, needing all of her attention and she hardly had time for anything else.
The women said they would keep in touch and they would phone each other regularly.
Cynthia was thinking that some people have so many children and she had only one. What would happen within a few years? The boy would grow up and would start living on his own. She would be alone again.
She had tried to find comfort next to her husband’s grave but this time she couldn’t make contact. She understood that even for someone who passed away, it would be difficult to be on 2 places at the same moment. She almost started to envy her son.
To be continued…