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[ER] - Dear Son - Letter 15

Sono completamente distrutta: ho appena finito di vedere Philadelphia. E' stata dura, come sempre.
Buona lettura.
E buona notte.

Dear Gabriel,

It has been already three months since you left your home to attain college. I’m missing you and in the same time I don’t. I must admit it’s good having again your mom totally for me. You know, we have never been like a couple, just her and me, you arrived almost immediately, so I’m happy I can spend some time alone with her.

You are doing great in college, aren’t you? You phoned us once a week to tell us how lessons are going, how teachers are and all this kind of things. And I can say from your voice you’re happy to be in college. Living far away from your old, obnoxious parents must be an incredible experience.

So, art school. I knew you would chose that kind of school. You like art so much. And you are really gifted. Your paintings always obtain a great number of compliments. You can put life and emotions into them. I know you probably won’t become an extra-famous painter (painting doesn’t pay rent), but you can find a job connected to it. I don’t know, maybe you can teach... you have great communication qualities. I really don’t know. One thing only: Please stop portraying me. I don’t think I’m a good subject and our house is becoming kind of scary with my faces almost everywhere. Oh yeah, it’s obvious you can go on with your mom paintings.

Next week you’ll come home: Christmas time. Your mom’s already organizing everything from the bed arrangements to the plates we’re going to eat. We’ll be eleven people. Eleven! Where are we going to put you all? Here you have the list: Your mom, me, grandma Maggie, uncle Erik with his wife Bunny, uncle Rade with aunt Marija and your cousins Sanija, Stipe and Marta, you of course and Julia, the girl you’re seeing since last March. Her parents are divorcing, bad divorce, and she doesn’t want to be in the middle of the fight during Christmas. I think she’s right. And it’s not a problem for us to have her here. I know this thing between the two of you is rather serious. Of course, you’ll sleep in separate bedrooms, ok? And if you are projecting to go to her room during night, please be quiet while doing it. You won’t want to wake up your grandma, will you? (but hey, I didn’t say what I just said... I’m ready to deny evidence, ok?)

Obviously you’re not going to sleep all in our house. Aunts, uncles and cousins are going to stay in a hotel considering we’re not living in a mansion with thousands rooms.

I’m so curious to see this Christmas Eve dinner. You know, we’ll eat fish and then we’ll go to Midnight Mass and then we’ll unpack presents. And the following day we’ll eat again and at the end of the day we’ll be ready to explode, I guess. I’m curious to see how Julia will react in front of our numerous family where people tend to speak in “croatenglish” (a beautiful mix between Croatian and English). I can’t wait to see it. And I want to see your mom’s reaction in front of her. We both know Julia is the right girl. So I can presume your mom and Julia will be a little nervous.

An advice? No exaggerating kissing with Julia but you don’t have to ignore her. You’ll have to play right between mom and Julia. Don’t leave Julia alone in the living room crowded with all relatives; this might scare her (I would be scared). And I may admit you’re rather lucky your grandpa died long ago: Giving hard time to my girlfriends when I was your age had been one of his favourite hobbies. Let us see you two are serious, it’s not a bad thing and no one is going to kid you for this.

I’m looking at one of your pictures now: We took it the day you went home from hospital... you were so little. In this shot you mom’s holding you while staring at you lovingly: We were so happy to have you at home. It’s almost hard to remember all the details of those first days, we were so scared about you and your future. And now, look at you: 6’5” tall, in perfect shape, with that fabulous smile of yours... you look - you are -  so healthy. And I’m so proud of you. By now, you’re a man. I can’t wait to see you for Christmas.

I love you, baby.

Your Tata

Tags: character: luka kovac, fandom: er, in english please, long fic, long fic: dear son, pairing: luby
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