-The Other Woman-
After twenty-one years of marriage,
I discovered a new way of keeping the spark of love alive.
A little while ago, I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her." Sofia said one day, taking me by surprise.
"But I love You!" I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for nineteen years.
It was only possible to visit her occasionally due to the demands of my work and my three children.
That night, I send her a letter to invite her for dinner.
"What's wrong, are you okay?" She replied to my letter quickly.
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night letters or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you." I responded. "Just the two of us."
The letter appeared for a moment then said, "I would like that very much."
I use my wand to transport to her house to pick her up on late afternoon after my work. I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.
She waited at the door with her coat on. She was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her recent wedding anniversary.
She was wearing a smile on her face that was as radiant as an angel.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed." She said, as she approached me.
"They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.
My mother took my arm as if she were a royal queen.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read the large prints.
Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw her sitting there staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu to you when you were little." She said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor." I respond.
During the dinner we had a pleasant conversation that was nothing extraordinary.
However, it helped us catch up on recent events of each other's life.
We talked so much that we missed the time running.
As we arrived at her house later, she said,
"I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you".
I agreed. I left her at her home and went.
"How was your dinner date?" Sofia asked me when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more than I could have imagined." I answered
Sofia smiled and we rest.
A few days later, my mother leave, to be with my father.
It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to say or do anything for her.
Some time later, I received a letter with a piece of receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said,
"I paid this bill in advance.
I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates,
one for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you."
At that moment, I understand the importance of saying, "I Love You" in time and to give our loved ones the time that they deserved.
Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve because these things cannot be put off to "some other time".