Here's my little gift for mothers everywhere this Mothers Day, March the 2nd 2008. The CSI teams visit their mums on this special day.
Disclaimer - I don't own them, I wish I did, but I don't!
Gilbert Grissom
I don't need a key – you already gave me one, because you can't hear the door bell. I let myself in, not trying to be quiet, holding the large bouquet in my arms. It's full of roses – pink ones, your favourites – and tied neatly with a pretty ribbon. I know that large, colourful things cheer you up.
In the kitchen, you're washing up, and I tap you three times on the shoulder. You know it's me, and you turn around and wave your hands, seemingly at random. I understand sign language – I've had to.
'Hello,' you sign.
'Hello, Mother, how are you feeling?' I sign back.
'Even better now you're here, Gil,' you reply. A smile spreads on your face, and your eyes light up. I hand you the bouquet.
'Thank you – are you sure you can afford them?' you ask, one-handed.
I smile. 'For you? Of course.' You smile.