Love Comes To Me

"He's Solomon."

As Juana's last words landed, Mrs Matriarch's heart skipped a beat and she flatly denied it, "No way."

Juana laughed harder than she cried, covering her face with her hands, "Auntie, I'm really not lying, I'm Solomon's mother, my poor Solomon, all grown up and never seen his mother." Mrs Matriarch snapped, "If you are Solomon's real mother, why are you only now coming to the door?"

"I've been looking for it, but I can't find it."

Mrs Matriarch was clearly not convinced.

Juana looked straight at Mrs Matriarch, her eyes slightly red, "I had the baby then and then it was taken away from me and I didn't know where to look."

A tear slid down from the corner of the woman's eye as she spoke.

Then came two, three, countless tears, scrambling down the cheeks.

Mrs Matriarch couldn't help but frown at the sight of people coming and going here and the woman crying straight away, "Don't you cry yet, wipe your tears away."

Juana rudely rummages through the bag and pulls out a piece of paper and wipes it haphazardly.

The tears washed all the powder from her face, leaving a furrow.

The good thing is that the woman has a good base and it's not too bad to look like this.

Mrs Matriarch turns her head and her eyes go unseeing.

Juana, with a heavy nasal voice, apologised, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

Mrs Matriarch said faintly, "If you couldn't find it, why did you appear before me again?"

"I only got the news recently, in fact I knew about it a month ago, only, I didn't dare to go up to the family, I was afraid."

What is feared is self-explanatory.

The Rogers family is one of the most powerful families in town, and it is not easy for them to come to the door.

This is understandable.

Mrs Matriarch gave an oh-so-noncommittal cry as she looked in the direction of the bathroom.

She thought to herself, "What's taking so long to go to the toilet and she's still not coming out, she's getting tired of waiting.

Juana, still whimpering beside her, asked softly, "Mrs Matriarch, can I go and see Solomon, I won't bother him, really, I just want to see him."

Mrs Matriarch frowned and looked at her critically.

Juana has a wonderful face, and even though she has just cried, she doesn't lose any of her colour, but has an even more compassionate look to her.

Is Solomon her son?

She tries to find a resemblance between the two on Juana's face, but there doesn't seem to be one, and if anything, they are no more alike, than Solomon and Eloise.

It is said that when you live together for a long time, you can't help but grow into each other's likeness.

Solomon relies so heavily on Eloise that it's not unusual to look more and more like her.

Only, how is it that the woman who claims to be Solomon's mother does not bear any semblance to Solomon?

Juana's spine was straight and she allowed Mrs Matriarch to take a look at her.

Finally, Mrs Matriarch shook her head, "There is no way I can take your word for it, as realistic as you are, that any woman who has been pregnant can say that, and it doesn't take my word for it." Juana's eyes were red again and the golden beans looked like they were about to fall again.

Mrs Matriarch said impatiently, "You've got a lot of nerve trying to be my Solomon's real mother on the basis of your one-sided story, so get out. Stay away, the Rogers family is not that easy to blackmail." Juana, her eyes full of disbelief, bit her lip and asked in a pitiful voice, "So you really don't want to find Solomon's real mother?"

Mrs Matriarch said coldly, "Trying to find out, but you're not."

Juana smiled miserably, "What will it take for you to believe me?"

"Unless you have definite proof of this, don't come over and disturb our house."

Mrs Matriarch's voice had taken on a note of warning.

If Juana had known any better, she would have backed off by now.

Yet she didn't, and after hanging her head in thought for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I have proof."

Mrs Matriarch pressed her and Juana said firmly, "I have, please come over, or this place, and I will produce the evidence."

"We'll see." Mrs Matriarch said idly.

Juana bowed her head and stood up, "I'll leave you to it then, I'll leave you to it, see you tomorrow."

She turned around, her back straight, and took one step away.

Mrs Matriarch stayed in her seat without moving, Juana's words from earlier in the day in her mind.

She didn't actually think Juana would agree when she said she'd produce the evidence.

She only wanted to use this method, to scare her back, but also to warn her that it was useless, no matter how clever you are, without proof, everything is for nothing. But Juana said yes.

Mrs Matriarch couldn't help but wonder, was she really Solomon's mother?

"What's on your mind?" My best friend's voice suddenly rang in my ear.

Mrs Matriarch looked back and shook her head, "It's fine."

"Then let's go on shopping, I remember that a certain brand has come out with beautiful new products, go with me."

A good friend drags Mrs Matriarch forward.

Mrs Matriarch's lack of interest was noticed by her best friend, who couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on, you don't seem very happy to me?" "Nothing." Mrs Matriarch mused, still not saying anything.

After a little more shopping, the pair headed back.

As she got out of the car, her best friend called out to her and said to her, "Go back and get some rest, I see you've been distracted all afternoon."

Mrs Matriarch waved her hand at her and went straight back home.

In the evening, Solomon and Eloise returned.

Mrs Matriarch stared at Solomon and then repeatedly sketched Juana's likeness in her mind.

A long sigh of relief, it doesn't look like that, it really doesn't look like that at all.

"Grandma is always looking at me." Solomon giggled.

Mrs Matriarch stroked his little face and smiled, "My little grandson is so cute, Grandma can't get enough of him."

Solomon wasn't shy at all, and happily pursued the question, "Are you complimenting me, Grandma?"

Mrs Matriarch laughed, "Yes, yes, I was complimenting you."

Solomon came up to Eloise and said dejectedly, "Mum, Grandma complimented me on my good looks."

Big eyes blink and blink as if to say, "Mummy, praise me.

Eloise cried and laughed, scratched his little nose and said with a straight face, "Little stinker."

Then he put Solomon's favourite goulash into his bowl, and took a chopstick of green vegetables along with it, not allowing Solomon to take it out, saying with a stern face, "Meat and vegetables should be balanced to grow taller." Solomon poked at the bowl of rice and gave Eloise a sultry look before finally resigning himself to eating the greens.

Eloise rewarded him by making him drink a large bowl of fish soup.

Solomon loves fish and was very well behaved this time.

Mrs Matriarch watched the interaction between the little and the big with a smile in her eyes.

She was very pleased with Eloise and thought to herself that even her own mother might not have been so patient.

Solomon has met a good mother, and even if he cannot find his real mother, I believe he will grow up healthy and will not lack a mother's love.