“Who…who is this?” Charles muttered out, trying to make himself believe that he heard wrong. Vera who noticed his change in mood, looked at him worriedly, and hoped something bad had not happened. “You know quite well that you would love to see me, so if you want to see me, I’ll text you the address to come see me. I will be expecting you.” The woman said over the phone call, and then hung up. Charles looked dumbfounded, and could not find words to say for a while until he got the text which contained the address of where he was. What was more shocking was that the address was his past address where he and his mother lived. “Is there anything wrong?” Vera asked, inquisitively. Charles’ eyes fluttered, and then he looked at her, but still couldn’t say a word. Series of baffled thoughts that filled his mind couldn’t allow him say a word, until after a while when he regained himself a little. “No…nothing. You know what, you and the driver should find a cab back home or something. I have somewhere important I need to go to, right now.” Charles said as he dashed out of the company, and walked up to the car. He knocked on the car’s window, and told the driver to leave immediately. The driver was baffled, and exchanged looks with Vera, trying to understand what was going on. “It’s fine, you’re not fired.” Vera assured him as she watched Charles drive off. Charles drove off at a fast speed, but was still within the speed he was allowed to drive on, and while driving, he thought deeply about the familiar voice, and hoped he wasn’t hallucinating. He glanced at his call logs again, and still saw the unknown number there which meant what had happened was real. “There’s no way mother could be alive.” He muttered under his breath as he swerved to the left to get through a corner. Soon, he got to the address, and got down from his car, looking around. The woman had asked him to come over to a playground which wasn’t far from the house he once lived in with his mother. His heart began to beat faster with each step he took in anxiousness. He was nervous and anxious, wondering what he would do if the person looked just like his mother as she had the same voice as his mother. He had never imagined a day like this, so he was unsure of what his reaction would be. As he got to the playground, he saw a woman standing, but her back was faced to him. “Hello?” He called out to her as he moved closer to her, then she turned to him, and Charles moved a few steps backwards with his eyes widened in disbelief. His eyes fluttered again, and became red, and a tear rolled down his cheek. “Who are you?” Charles questioned, looking horrified. “I’m sure you’re shocked, and lost for words, but what can I say? The creator decided to make me look just like your mother.” The woman said, looking humble. Charles shook his head slowly, and sniffled. “How could you look just like her?” Charles asked, feeling the pain of losing his mother, appear again. “I don’t know. But believe me, I know you, I know your mother as well, even if it was just from a distance.” She uttered as she squeezed her hands. “I…I…I don’t know what to say to this.” “How about you come over to sit here so we can talk a little. Perhaps a conversation would warm you up, and relieve your tension.” She suggested as she sat on the swing. Charles wasn’t so sure he could bear to sit near her, but he was interested in whatever she had to say, so he moved closer to her, and sat on the other swing, staring at her, still wondering why she and his mother looked so alike. “How do you know my mother and I?” Charles asked, in a low tone. “Well, I didn’t live far from you, and I didn’t want to get close as I felt I never wanted to be the start of any confusion. I knew how your father treated you both wrongly, and trust me, every day, I wished I could help, but what could a poor woman like me do, to help?” “Which means you know my father.” “Yes.” She replied softly. Charles sniffled, and looked down to the ground, trying to fight back the sad memories he had of this playground. “Look Charles, maybe there is a reason God created me to look like your mother. I know I can’t fill in the vacant space she left, but allow me to fill at least, half of it.” She said, looking at Charles affectionately. Charles looked into her eyes, and all he could see was a reflection of his mother, and the love she showed in her eyes whenever she looked at him. His heart melted, and he could have thought she didn’t die, if not that he witnessed her death. “Can I… take you somewhere else?” He asked, beginning to feel a bit more comfortable with her. He wanted to know more about her, and the playground wasn’t the perfect place to hear such stories at. The woman followed him, and he drove her off to a nearby coffee shop which was on the side of the road. They got in, and Charles ordered two cups of coffee for both of them. He watched as she sipped the coffee gently, and it reminded him of his mother, and how she did things gently as well. “May I know your name?” “I’m Rosaline.” “Okay, Rosaline, so where do you stay now, and what do you do for a living?” Charles questioned, not feeling in the mood to sip his coffee. “Well, I don’t stay far from this neighborhood, and I currently clean at a restaurant in the night. It’s just a part-time job.” Rosaline answered with a slight smile. “Oh, I see. Don’t you have any children?” “No, I don’t.” Charles continued asking her questions until his satisfaction, and when he felt time had gone, he escorted her back to the neighborhood. “Uhm Rosaline, I would love us to meet again if you don’t mind.” “Sure. I don’t. I’ll gladly await our next meeting.” AT LINCOLN’S HOME. The Lincoln’s were all seated, sipping chilled juice, except Mr. Lincoln who was interrupted by a call. After he was done with the call, he looked back at Tyson, and Carlos with a smile. “Boys, things just got interesting.”