Minggu, 10 Juli 2011

I Love Bubblegum*harry potter version


I love bubblegum. I happily chewed a piece, as I lay content in my hospital bed. I chewed the piece blowing one of the biggest bubbles I think I've ever blown.
"You've visitors today," a healer said pulling the curtain around me and the man next to me who I think is my husband, though I cannot remember marrying him.
In walked a timid, round-faced, brown-haired boy. I watched him walk over to the side of my bed. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I saw him last.
After him came an older lady. She wasn't timid, no, not at all. She stood closer to the man next to me.
Waiting for someone to say something I blew a bubble.
"Happy Christmas, Mum," the kid said quietly.
Mum? I'm this kid's mum? I don't remember giving birth to him. To be honest, I don't remember much of anything at all.
The boy fished something out of his pockets and placed it on the bedside table. I smiled brightly.
"I know how much you love Drooble's."
I did love Drooble's. Maybe I am this kid's mother. He seems to know me so well.
"Tell your parents the good news," the older lady urged.
"Good news?" The man next to me asked.
"This is my first year at Hogwarts," the boy said looking at the floor.
Hogwarts? I wish he would explain.
"I was sorted into Gryffindor. Your old house. Just thought you'd like to know."
"Neville's following in your footsteps," the older lady said.
I must have attended this Hogwarts and been in Gryffindor. I wish I could remember. It hurts when you have no clue what everyone around you is talking about.
I decided the boy needed something. It was Christmas and he was supposedly following in my footsteps. The only things I had were the Drooble's he just gave me and the empty gum wrappers. I handed him the gum wrappers. It wasn't much, but it was all I had.
The older lady sent me a dirty look and hissed, "Don't keep that, its just trash!"
I frowned. She probably thought I couldn't hear, but I definitely wasn't in the hospital because I'd lost my hearing.
"We best be going," she said.
Yes, you best.
"Happy Christmas, Alice and Frank."
Alice, that's my name!
The older lady ushered the boy past the curtains. Right before he exited he looked at me, smiled, and pocketed the gum wrappers. I smiled back. At least I could make him happy.
"I love you," he said before disappearing.
I swallowed the old piece of gum I'd been chewing and popped in a fresh piece the boy brought me. I blew the biggest bubble I think I've ever blown. I love bubblegum.

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