He's not quite yet a year old, but already has lived through a time of war, and entered into a time of peace.
He doesn't know this yet.
This is what he does know:
What he does know, is that if he parts his (lips), and strains to make a noise, a high pitched noise that hurts his tiny eardrums , a lady comes in and picks him up, trying to translate what it is he wants.
He also knows that he can get the monster ('it's a puppy!') to play with him by crawling up slowly and pulling on the floppy things on either side of its head.
He knows that when the light leaves the room and he can't see anything that it's time to sleep; and sleeping is when his (eyes) close for a long time.
He knows he likes sitting on the lady's (lap), but not on the (chair) by himself.
He knows he likes to go (outside) and play at the (park).
This is what he wonders:
He wonders why the lady's face is always (wet). The other people that he sees, like the man with the (glasses) and the (scar), has a (notwet) face; at least he does most of the time. Sometimes he's even (smiling).
He wonders why when they're at the (park), he sees other babies, like himself, with a lady and a man (like the one with the glasses and the scar, but without the glasses sometimes). Not all of them, but some of them. He wonders what the (difference) is.
This is what he will never know:
He will never know how hard his mother worked to get his father to understand how much she loved him.
He will never know that his mother's eyes changed to match his father's whenever he touched her.
He will never know the way his father planned to read him bedtime stories in different voices that were practiced sometimes while his mother was in another room.
He will never know that had his mother waited just a little bit longer, her life would have been spared.
He will never know how much his parents loved him. People will tell him, but they will only ever be able to guess.
His first soundwords were made in vain; he will never get the reaction he should from saying them, for whenever his mouth forms 'mmm' the lady's face gets (wet) again and she has to wipe it with her (hands).
Right now he's not aware of the fact that the lady is his grandmother. He doesn't understand her sadness; how hard it is for her to look at him and see her daughter's eyes. Nor does he understand (yet) the significance of the big (rocks) that they visit and bring (flowers) to. He will probably not be able to comprehend their significance until he can read what they say:
Remus Lupin & Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin
The names of his parents. The ones he will never know.
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an experiment in working with emotions. made me sad. RIP to my two favorite characters, whose deaths were truly (in my opinion) unwarranted.
disclaimer: i own nothing, but wish i did.