Like Mother, like son.
Like Father, like daughter.
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Chapter 8
Susan awoke a two days later to Irma's smiling face. The grandmotherly woman smiled and came over with a cool cloth wiping Susan's face. Susan closed her eyes as Irma sang. No one had cared for her like this since her mother died. For a moment she imagined she was little Susan, sick with her mother caring for her. She opened her eyes and Irma smiled. She held out a glass of water which she helped Susan drink. As she helped Susan lean back in the pillows, she said, " There now little one." That simple gesture brought tears to Susan's eyes which did not go unnoticed by Irma who gently wiped them. " What is it?"
Susan turned her head, then again faced her and murmured one word, "Mama."
Irma knew that Susan's mother had died when she was barely 10. She knew from her son that the independent Russian officer wouldn't appreciate being babied, but she looking at the woman who could be her grand daughter she felt like a mother again, able to care for her child.
Irma soon had Susan in a light cotton dress. To her surprise Susan did not resist rather welcomed the gesture. Soon the two sat talking quietly of that which had been and that which was and that which would be.
Like Father, like daughter.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Chapter 8
Susan awoke a two days later to Irma's smiling face. The grandmotherly woman smiled and came over with a cool cloth wiping Susan's face. Susan closed her eyes as Irma sang. No one had cared for her like this since her mother died. For a moment she imagined she was little Susan, sick with her mother caring for her. She opened her eyes and Irma smiled. She held out a glass of water which she helped Susan drink. As she helped Susan lean back in the pillows, she said, " There now little one." That simple gesture brought tears to Susan's eyes which did not go unnoticed by Irma who gently wiped them. " What is it?"
Susan turned her head, then again faced her and murmured one word, "Mama."
Irma knew that Susan's mother had died when she was barely 10. She knew from her son that the independent Russian officer wouldn't appreciate being babied, but she looking at the woman who could be her grand daughter she felt like a mother again, able to care for her child.
Irma soon had Susan in a light cotton dress. To her surprise Susan did not resist rather welcomed the gesture. Soon the two sat talking quietly of that which had been and that which was and that which would be.