Paloma stared at the writing pad in front of her and frowned. She had saved
enough for a journey back to Harmony, but the only problem was that she was
not planning to leave until Theresa was ready to return home. Theresa
seldom spoke a word to her sister, but Paloma completely understood why.
She did not resent Theresa for not communicating with her. Instead, she
respected her sister and left Theresa alone. That's what Theresa wanted for
the time being.
Paloma looked at the list of things she needed to get done, and stretched. She wondered what had transpired between Theresa and Fox. She dared not eavesdrop on their conversation, but deep down she wished she had some indication of what had been said. Paloma wondered if Theresa admitted her love for Fox. It was obvious that her sister harbored feelings for him.
Fox was certainly handsome. If Theresa hadn't been interested in Fox, Paloma wouldn't have minded pursuing him. But, Theresa was interested in Fox, and Paloma knew better than to pursue a man her sister loved.
Instead of thinking about falling in love, Paloma planned to return to Harmony to be reunited with her family. She hadn't seen them in so long. Paloma especially wanted to see her mother. She had to live for years without getting to visit her mother. Phone calls and written letters were their only means of communication, and Paloma was sick of it. She wanted to see Pilar face to face.
A visit to Harmony was long overdue.
Paloma looked up to see Theresa walked hastily out of her room. "Everything okay?" Paloma called out as Theresa rushed past her.
Paloma heard a faint "I'm fine," before Theresa rushed out of the house.
Puzzled, Paloma followed close behind. She watched Theresa through one of the windows facing the yard. Her sister was running to the aid of small boy who had fallen outside on the front lawn. Theresa bent down to console the crying child. Paloma smiled as Theresa's motherly instincts kicked in. In only a matter of minutes, the child forgot all about his scraped knee and was all smiles.
When Theresa came back into the house, Paloma watched her carefully. "I heard him crying. I looked out the window and saw that he had fallen. I thought I should help him out." Theresa said.
"You didn't have to explain." Paloma said. "I understand."
Theresa nodded. She bit her lower lip while her brow was furrowed in evident contemplation.
"You're thinking about your own son aren't you?" Paloma asked. Theresa bent her head and sighed. Paloma could tell from Theresa's body language that she was missing her son. From experience, Paloma knew what it felt like to be separated from her parents from an extended time.
"I miss him a lot." Theresa admitted trying to control the tremor in her voice. "I really really miss him." Unable to control her tears any longer, Theresa let them flow. Paloma rushed over to Theresa and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Shhh," Paloma said quietly. "It'll be all right."
Theresa took a deep breath and pulled away. "Let's go home." She said.
"You're ready?" Paloma asked.
"I-I have a better idea of who I am." Theresa replied.
"And who is that exactly?" Paloma asked.
"I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald- a mother who loves her son dearly and~" Theresa turned away and hugged herself.
"And what?" Paloma asked.
"And a woman who is deeply in love."
Paloma grinned. "Let's get you back to your son and the man you love."
~*~
Paloma looked at the list of things she needed to get done, and stretched. She wondered what had transpired between Theresa and Fox. She dared not eavesdrop on their conversation, but deep down she wished she had some indication of what had been said. Paloma wondered if Theresa admitted her love for Fox. It was obvious that her sister harbored feelings for him.
Fox was certainly handsome. If Theresa hadn't been interested in Fox, Paloma wouldn't have minded pursuing him. But, Theresa was interested in Fox, and Paloma knew better than to pursue a man her sister loved.
Instead of thinking about falling in love, Paloma planned to return to Harmony to be reunited with her family. She hadn't seen them in so long. Paloma especially wanted to see her mother. She had to live for years without getting to visit her mother. Phone calls and written letters were their only means of communication, and Paloma was sick of it. She wanted to see Pilar face to face.
A visit to Harmony was long overdue.
Paloma looked up to see Theresa walked hastily out of her room. "Everything okay?" Paloma called out as Theresa rushed past her.
Paloma heard a faint "I'm fine," before Theresa rushed out of the house.
Puzzled, Paloma followed close behind. She watched Theresa through one of the windows facing the yard. Her sister was running to the aid of small boy who had fallen outside on the front lawn. Theresa bent down to console the crying child. Paloma smiled as Theresa's motherly instincts kicked in. In only a matter of minutes, the child forgot all about his scraped knee and was all smiles.
When Theresa came back into the house, Paloma watched her carefully. "I heard him crying. I looked out the window and saw that he had fallen. I thought I should help him out." Theresa said.
"You didn't have to explain." Paloma said. "I understand."
Theresa nodded. She bit her lower lip while her brow was furrowed in evident contemplation.
"You're thinking about your own son aren't you?" Paloma asked. Theresa bent her head and sighed. Paloma could tell from Theresa's body language that she was missing her son. From experience, Paloma knew what it felt like to be separated from her parents from an extended time.
"I miss him a lot." Theresa admitted trying to control the tremor in her voice. "I really really miss him." Unable to control her tears any longer, Theresa let them flow. Paloma rushed over to Theresa and wrapped her arms around her sister. "Shhh," Paloma said quietly. "It'll be all right."
Theresa took a deep breath and pulled away. "Let's go home." She said.
"You're ready?" Paloma asked.
"I-I have a better idea of who I am." Theresa replied.
"And who is that exactly?" Paloma asked.
"I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald- a mother who loves her son dearly and~" Theresa turned away and hugged herself.
"And what?" Paloma asked.
"And a woman who is deeply in love."
Paloma grinned. "Let's get you back to your son and the man you love."
~*~