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That was some idle Tuesday for everyone, except for him.
That Tuesday was his birthday. That day was his 18th birthday.
He could now vote in the next elections, and even he could smoke. However, Jack Hotchner hated the smell of snuff, so that was a needless privilege.
While parked his bike next to the lawn, Jack raised his eyes skyward for a moment. He put his hands on the seat of the scooter, and closed his large eyes.
A faint smile played on his pale skin. He could feel her touch in the air. He could feel her presence beside him, hugging him. The gentle wind made dancing his thick brown hair.
A hand on his shoulder forced him to open his eyes. The beautiful green eyes of Christine were looking him. Her curly blonde hair slightly disheveled in the air. She was still beautiful, a porcelain doll like.
His girlfriend had a big bouquet of white lilies, in her delicate hands.
She handed them to him with a sweet smile. Jack took them in his hands, before placing his lips on hers.
Slowly, the young man moved away from the woman he loved, to get closer to the woman who he loved, and always will love.
He reverently deposited the flowers in the grave of his mother. Jack felt his eyes moistened, his heart beating hard. Then he knelt down to be able to caress with his fingers the name carved in stone.
"Mom, it's me, your little Jack... Ok, I'm not so little now. Even I'm taller than daddy," he said, letting out a sound similar to a laugh.
"Eighteen years ago, you gave me the greatest gift. Thanks to you, I have been able to live. Thanks to your efforts, your love, I was able to become what I am now. I still remember your scent, your eyes and especially your laughter. I'd give anything to hear your laugh again."
"You'll be happy to know that I am a good man. I've taken my studies seriously, so I managed to finish the year with outstanding. I think I will study law, as dad. He misses you, too.
I still in love with Christine, I think she is so special in my life. That's what I said the first time I told you about her, remember? It was the winter of last year. I really hope you're proud of me, Mom, because that is the force that pushes me to keep fighting for what I want"
Jack got up and stood in front of the grave "I know I look from the sky, you are my personal angel. I know your light illuminates my life, and you're by my side when all is dark"
He dropped his tears, regardless of anything else. Jack knew that Christine was there, a few steps, crying with him.
"You're my angel more faithful, the person who loves me, because you're my mom and you'll always be. You're still the woman who woke up at two in the morning to feed me or to silence my cries. You're still the woman who told me that the monsters could not beat me, because I was Jack Hotchner. You were part of my life for five years, but those were the most important years for me, because I could see your eyes every morning ... I love you, mom, more than life itself, in the same way you loved me"
He dried his tears with the sleeve of his leather jacket. A sense of peace filled his soul, a immense tranquility embraced his heart.
Again a knowing smile on his face looked, feeling the caress wind his skin, his hair ... With the same softness of his own mother.
Jack approached Christine, accepting her comforting hug. He closed his eyes, lost in her warmth.
Then he discovered, in the distance, a beautiful butterfly flying free. It was delicate, fragile and beautiful. Her flight were slow, as she danced with the wind.
He watched her flying, spellbound, with a big smile. Even a simple butterfly, was able to keep alive the memory of his mother in him.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked
This is dedicated to all mothers who have gone, but at the same time, they are still here