Alice Longbottom.

I know I know you. There's something that I recognize. Something that I know so well. Something that belongs with me. You are apart of me somehow…and yet, I still cannot put my finger on it. Where did you come from?

I remember the first time I saw you. You were a beautiful little baby and I held you securely in my arms. Why? I'm not sure. But you were beautiful…and I remember a feeling of completion as I looked into your perfect hazel eyes.

I don't remember why you were in my arms though. I just retained the fact that you, a perfect little baby was in my arms when you were first born. Why? I cannot tell. Simply though, all the sudden you showed up in my life as a little baby and I've watched you grown into a young man.

Ever since I've been in this place, you've been here to visit me. Why?…I'm not sure. You call me Mum, but that could be my name for all I know. I can't even remember my own name now…or was I even born with one?

Anyways, I'm getting distracted again. I need to make myself figure out who you are. I've known you since you were a baby… and now you've grown into a handsome young man. I should know who you are…shouldn't I?

You always used to come with this appalling old woman who just blubbered and complained all day. She was such a mean person. You can tell she doesn't care for me or you when she's here. She wants to be elsewhere. She thinks the your attempts at jogging my memory are hopeless and there's no point to even try.

Well, there is…sure it's taken me probably over twenty years…but I'm trying to get to know you again…like I knew you before. From where? I'm still not sure. But I will get to know you again.

You give me candy, which I really do appreciate. I like the candy a lot and I wish I could thank you more because you come much more often than a regular person should.

I would of thought as you got older, you'd come less to see me…but I was wrong. You came more and more to visit. It was always nice when you came without that awful woman. She talks to me like there's something wrong with me…even though there is…but still. You try and talk to me as if I'll answer back…Like a normal human being…and I really do wish, with all my heart, that I could answer you back.

You are probably around twenty five now…I can see how much you've grown. Recently you've been bringing this nice girl with blonde hair around with you to see me. I highly prefer her over the bothersome old one. She's like you. Very kind at heart and good.

You deserve someone good…someone who can be there for you.

I smile thinking about how I can see you love her. You have this look in your eyes. This warmness that could make anyone happy. You can just tell you're so very joyful, and it's nice to see you this way.

Goodness…I say you've recently been bringing this girl around…but really, it's probably been a couple of years she's been visiting with you. She seems to make you stronger and I like that you feel this way.

Apparently you got married…whatever that means…I recognize the phrase, but it doesn't seem coherent in my mind. I still can't focus enough to actually analyze what the term means, but still…I'm happy for you.

"Hello Mrs. Longbottom," said a lady with short brown hair. She always comes in to check up on me. I don't really care for her, but I know she's here to help me, so I cooperate. "How are you today?"

Fine I guess…

"I have some special news for you." she smiled. "Are you up for a visitor? Your son wants you to meet someone special."

I gazed at her curiously and wondered to myself. My son? What the heck is that supposed to mean? I sighed, thinking that I'd rolled my eyes, but really I just blinked incoherently.

"You seem alright." she said to herself. "Hold on a second and I'll get him for you. Okay. I'll be right back."

` I didn't acknowledge her. As long as it's you, I'll be happy. I don't really like any other visitors. Sometimes your wife comes by herself and I don't mind that, but I much prefer it when you're here.

"Mum?" you came in making my heart beam a little in happiness. You looked ecstatic. So incredibly happy and proud. Your hazel eyes were beaming with pride and affection. "Mum, I got someone for you to meet." you smile looking down at a little bundle in your arms warmly.

I looked curiously at the bundle and he smiled as you came towards me. You sat down on my bed and gently uncovered the bundle a little and smiled at what was inside. "Mum," you gaze at me again with a joyful grin plastered on your handsome face. "I'd like you to meet your Granddaughter."

And all the sudden emotion filled me. Something that I can't remember feeling…but knowing that I would have had to felt before. I was looking down at a gorgeous little baby you again. I felt pride and absolute happiness. You were somehow holding the little baby version that I held somewhere deep in my memories. How?

I gazed up at you trying to smile, but I don't think it came across that way. You knew I was trying though.

I looked at the little you again a tried to smile. You spoke gently to me, "Her name's Alice Mum." he grinned a little. "We named her after you."

And all the sudden, a burst of memory came flooding back. I remember holding you in my arms…I was singing a lullaby to you…saying how much I loved you with a singsong voice. I remember you laughing your little heart out at my antics and I was just so happy to see you happy…

You're my son…my baby…that's who you are…

My son.

I felt an overwhelming feeling bubble in my chest. Tears started to come out of my eyes and I just tried to whisper that little song I remembered to him, but it was all coming out muffled.

"Mum," you looked concerned. "Mum, don't cry."

I don't want you to think I'm unhappy! I'm happier than I've been in my entire life. I touched your face and concentrated all my energy on tell you the one simple word that you needed to hear. "Proud."

You looked astonished as I looked at your beautiful little one again. You had tears of your own now leaking out, "Mum?" you smiled in disbelief as you held my hand to your face. "You're proud of me?"

"Proud." I whispered again meaning it with all my heart…You're my son…and now that I know this…I also know one other thing…I know that I couldn't be anything but proud of you son.

And we both just sat there staring at the new little you in your arms, crying at this epiphany and new little wonder you had made with your wife…another you.