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Mama, I’m Becoming a Man! 3.

You see, grandpa, my maternal and only surviving grandparent, lived in a beautiful little village, down south.  He nicknamed his country home ‘the nest’. The nest stood right in the middle of town, surrounded by real beauty. It was a magnificent two storey stone house standing on two acres of land.  A rose bush stood within the fence, with all colors of roses. Behind the house, bothering the little river where grandpa taught us how to row was an orange orchard. When in full bloom, it permeated the atmosphere with its citric smell.

To our astonishment, arrangements were made and we left for the country. We were so excited we could not sleep the previous night. We waved goodbye as Ted, grandpa’s loyal driver of 30 years, pulled the car out of mom’s driveway. Grandpa would not have us do the one hour thirty minutes trip any other way. He would rather we drove leisurely while taking in the beauty of the prairie countryside.

We chatted about each and everything we passed on the road. Neither of us knew when we fell asleep. We were woken up by the deep sound of grandpa’s laughter. Here they are! My boys! Come on and give the old man a handshake let me see how strong you are.

We scrambled out of the car and ran straight into grandpas outstretched arms. He squeezed us both tightly while his large body shook in sobs and laughter. We all tried unsuccessfully to talk at once and gave up immediately. We would have hugged our grandfather forever if Ted had not interrupted us.

Come on guys, lunch is ready, said Ted.  I can’t wait for news from you, your mom and your big city. Be sure to spill everything, all of it, while we eat Grandpa said as he dragged our only luggage behind him into the large house. The ante was cold and smelled of Sandalwood, grandpa’s favorite scent.

It was an open secret that grandpa could not tell us apart like most people. We were so identical even mom sometimes got confused. This strong resemblance made her always insist we dress differently. In our younger days, we would play pranks on grandpa until he would find a way to distinguish between us, only to forget again on the next visit.

Ok gramps, I started.  It’s my, our pleasure, to be with you. Thank you for offering us four weeks of no mom. Jax chuckled. You cannot begin to imagine how choked up I sometimes feel with mom. I have so many mysteries which I don’t think mom can solve, really embarrassing mysteries.

Grandpa chewed very slowly, deep in thought. There was silence on the table as we ate. I couldn’t help wondering if I had said something wrong. After all, he had earlier said he couldn’t wait for our news update. After what seemed like forever, grandpa broke the silence to my delight.

Alright, boys, you must be tired after your ride into the country. I have a rowing contest to officiate this evening by 4.00pm. Care to tag along? You would have been well rested by then being that it is yet midday. Of course grandpa, we are game. A bit of seaside air wouldn’t do a boy no harm, right Jay? Jax asked, not actually expecting an answer.

I’ll be on the patio then. Join me as soon as you are done. That said, grandpa exited the dining room without quite finishing his lunch. We were worried and would have regretted the trip if he hadn’t popped his head in right then and said “put on some sweatshirts as it is a bit chilly on the patio. We’ve got adult stuff to talk about”. We held up our thumbs in thumbs up so grandpa would know we heard him because our mouths were stuffed full. One of the mysteries of twinhood is that you could make simultaneous movements like the thumbs up we just did.

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