"Mum?" Yvain called out as soon as he opened the door. He smelled something that made him hungry once more despite eating an hour ago.
"Dear? Is that you?" His mom, Petunia responded.
It looked like he was in the kitchen, judging from where the voice came from. Yvain took in the sight of the house he grew in. It was not as huge as his which can practically more than a single family.
Both his parents were lawyer but they opted for a small house. He always asked his father as to why they had such a small house and why not a large one. His father would always tell him that;
"A huge house with three people does not keep a family close."
His father would tell him great things and would tell him a lot of tales to which he enjoyed very much.
The neighborhood he grew in were composed of average people. Thus, when their neighbors knew that his mum and dad were lawyers, they were in utter confusion as to why they decided to have such a normal house when they were rich. But his parents would always say,
"We might be rich, but we are still the same as everyone. This money that we have, we can use it to fulfill our needs and not to brag upon others." Both of his parents were good people and their neighbors adored them for it. People would think that all of rich families step upon on others who they see as superior to them and that is actually what happens on most cases but not on Yvain and his parents.
He looked up to his parents for as long as he can remember as they fight for what is right and would always try to save innocent people and bring justice to those who crave for it. In his eyes, that somehow made them like those superheroes in the story that his father reads whenever he goes to sleep when he was still a kid.
The kitchen and the living room of their house are practically connected with just the couch acting as the only form of barrier. Then they have a second floor to which accommodates three rooms.
Their house were purely built with woods as his parents wanted the house to be cozy. He smiled as he remembered the memory. At this neighborhood, he would run across the street to go into his friend's house and he would play with a bunch of kids at his age. They would camp together on the wide lawn of Mrs. Johnson and would play tag all day long. He then remembered to ask Greg if he had the chance to come back here since his nanny lived in the same street. Gregorio's house was not very far from the neighborhood as well which is why he always come lingering around at the place back then. And that is how Yvain and Gregorio met.
Yvain turned towards the kitchen and saw his mom facing the stove.
"Mum." His mom turned around as soon as she heard him and went in for a hug. Yvain smiled at the feeling.
He smelled the sweet cologne that her mom would always wear, and it would always make him feel safe or at ease. He was practically bent hugging his mom which was only four feet flat. They broke their embrace and Yvain wore a smile.
His mom was smiling before her face displayed a character of distaste. Her mom raised the spoon she used to stir for whatever was in the pot and started to come at him. Yvain squealed and ran towards the other side of the room grabbing a pillow to shield himself.
"Ma! Are you crazy!? I just got home and now you want to kill me?!"
"Well this is what you get for not visiting me that often! How many times do I have to call you for you to visit me! Come here you insolent brat!" His mom yelled back.
They practically ran all over the room until Petunia was coughing out her lungs. They were both breathing heavily, and they plopped themselves onto their sofa.
"Ma, you do know that this work requires a lot of time, right? Now I know why dad and you were so busy before. Being a lawyer is not easy."
"You should still visit me. What if I die without you by my side." Petunia retorted.
"Don't say that ma. You're still very young."
"I know but we might never know. But yes, being a lawyer is hard. But dear, you are doing so well in it! If your father was here, he'd get jealous of you." Petunia joked.
She stood up and went into the kitchen. Yvain followed her and plopped himself onto the chair right beside the circular kitchen table where they used to eat together.
"I know mum but, sometimes I'm scared. What if I mess up badly."
"Oh dear, I know you won't. And even if you did, just remember that everyone has their bad days. Even I and your father messed up before but that is just how it works. All you can do is to formulate the best route." Yvain sighed and cupped his face with his two hands and leaned towards the table.
"Have you been stressing yourself out? Now what did I say about overworking yourself young man! You have to rest too or else you will burn out. I know that you just want to do good but, sweetheart, take it easy. You've got a lot of time. There is no need to rush." His mom said while setting the table up.
"You know, you can always say no to a case you find hard right. Relax sometimes dear or you'll get wrinkles early on just like your father. Ha! I remember him being so overly flustered about it that he almost cried."
"I know ma. And you always tell me about that when I was a kid. I can remember all the things you've said at this point. It's engraved on my brain."
"Well, it's for the best. But really, Yvain. Take it easy. I don't want you to lose yourself with your job. You're young. Go out sometimes. And find a beautiful girl or a pretty boy you like. I don't mind which of which are you going to bring home."
"Ma! It's not on my mind yet. And I will be bringing a girl okay! I don't feel that way towards other men." Yvain said. He always knew that his mom doesn't have any problems with homosexual people. In fact, it was here that he was taught about equality and love.
"Mhm. You'll never know dear. Now, let's eat."