Back at the penguin's habitat, Private and Rico were watching the new arrival.
There was nothing special about her, her feathers were looking in diverse directions,
giving her a fuzzy look. Her black feathers were slowly turning a silvery grey at the end and she had wrinkles around her eyes.
That female looked just like a cute, little old penguin lady. Nothing threatening about her.
But still, no one knew who she really was. She did said that she is Kowalski's mother but is it the truth?
Kowalski never told them that he actually HAD a mother!
The old penguin lady looked around the HQ, feeling a little lost. So THIS is where her son lives now?
It did seems a little... simple.
"So... you're K'walski's mother?" Private was the first one to speak.
The old penguin lady turned around to face him.
"Yes I am. My name is Karolina. Didn't he told you about me?"
"Nuh-uh", Rico shook his head.
"Anway, my name is Private and this is Rico"
"It's so nice to meet my son's friends", Karolina said.
Rico didn't really knew how he should act. He did knew though that if she really was Kowalski's mother,
he should be nice to her. But what is it that old penguin ladies like?
So he approached her slowly, trying to get a better look at her.
Karolina looked at him, feeling puzzeled. She did not know what to do but she did felt a little uncomfortable.
That wierd penguin with the big scar in his face made a scary impression on her.
Rico noticed that, mumbled a little "Sorry" and backed away.
Karolina flashed a shy smile.
At this point Skipper entered the HQ again.
"I told Kowalski that you were here, he will be here in a few seconds. So... you really are
Kowalski's mother, right?"
Skipper checked Karolina up and down, even though she looked so innocent and fragile he just couldn't be anything but
suspicious. She could also be a spy of one of his enemies, tarned as cute old lady.
And she didn't looked like him, perhaps except for the eyes but besides of that...
Her feathers were a mess and she was so small. Not taller then Private.
Kowalski on the other hand was tall and his feathers were always smoothed down in a accurate way.
At that thought Kowalski hoped down the fish hole. His eyes darted quickly through the room, searching for his mother.
As he finally landed his sight on her, he stoped in his tracks. It DID was his mother.
Oh how he missed her, her scent, those loveley big blue eyes and that warm smile only a mother could have.
"M-Mama?", was all he could say.
Karolina looked at her son and her face lightened up. She was literary glowing.
"Kowalski! My son!", Karolina opened her flippers and Kowalski finally remembered how to use the muscles in his body.
He dashed forward, passing Skipper as quick as lightning and embraced his mother in a big hug of joy.
"MAMA"
Kowalski had to bend down to reach his mother and buried his face in between her neck and her shoulder.
He took a deep breath, yes, she still smelled how he remembered. A soft scent of lavender.
And with that scent his memories crashed down on him.
Guilt made his way up his throat. How could he forget about her? Why didn't he contacted her in all those last years?
He never told her that he was fine and that he missed her. He was so ashamed, how could he
do this to his own mother? The only mother he had!
Tears started to creep down his face and soft sobs escaped his beak.
Karolina was starled, she did not wanted to make her baby cry. She embraced him tighter, slowly caressing his back like she used to do
when he was still a little chick. That did calmed him down a little.
As Kowalski let go of her, Karolina reached his face, taking it into her flippers and
wiped away a few tears.
"My son, there's no need to cry!", she gave him a loving smile.
"But, Mama. I'm so sorry, I never told you how I was! How could I forget about you? Pleas forgive me!"
"Kowalski, I'm not mad at you. Of course I'll forgive you! You're my son, how could I not? Now, why don't you show me around and tell me about your life?"
"With pleasure!"
And so Kowalski took his mother's flipper in his and guided her through the penguin's habitat.
