The mother..

Tired and fatigue she looked at the wooden door as it creaked open,
He walked in with a bunch of the most beautiful yellow roses.
The sight of it made her smile making her wrinkles visible.
Her sagging skin glowed even then. She got up from her chair leaving the half knitted maroon scarf on the carpet.
He put the bunch in the old ivory vase. She walked up and touched them, and it made her cry with joy.
She had loved yellow roses since she was 16, it reminded her of her father who had planted dozens of yellow rose plants in their backyard, it reminded of how her father loved these flowers more than himself, it reminded of her childhood summer evenings, not any more though.
He walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch and she wobbled and hurried behind him.
"I cooked dinner for my son today, would you also like to have some with us ?"
Her old fragile hands shook as they searched for spoons.
He looked at her closely and with the most dying smile he said 'Yes please.'
'I made porridge today, i think, but i dont remember where i kept it', she struggled with the spoons and looked around everywhere for the bowl of porridge. It was no where.
'I cant find it anywhere dear, i cant find it, would you help me young man', she started sobbing and cheeks were tasting salt water, her hands started shaking terribly and she looked around frantically.
He help her by the shoulders and turned her around to a shelf with a note that said, 'No Porridge today'.
'Oh ! did my son leave that ??', She fell on the floor throwing away the mittens all over...'What did i do ?? But where is the porridge ?? What shall i do when my son comes??'
He came closer and hugged her tight,' Because it is you birthday mumma, and we shall have cakes and wine tonight.'
She looked at  him so much wonder in her eyes, as she ran her withered hands through his hair looking deeper into his eyes, weeping harder, she whispered, 'Your my son....yes...your my son..My son !! You are my son !!'
'Yes mumma...'
He pulled her up steady and they walked up to the table, they both smiled and they drank wine that night and she had the cake as well.
And as the night came to an end and he took her mother to sleep, lying on the big bed, she help his hand tight,'What was your name again ??'.....and tears rolled down his eyes.
'Nathan mumma...your son Nathan'.
And she turned over to sleep.