Susan smiled slightly. She saw her son trip over the ball but didn’t go running to his aid or laugh. After all these years she had learned when to be a mother and when to be a friend. She never used to believe her dad when he told her one day she’d be the good parents Amelia would have been. The truth was Amelia was like a part to Susan more so than an aunt. Every day she missed her Aunt Amelia then she looked to her children and saw her in them. Claire’s laugh, Edgar’s eyes, Drew’s will power and her Amelia was way too much like her for Susan likes at times.
“I was an only child. My father hated the idea of me on a broom. My mum was only able to have me so he got a bit obsessive. I don’t think I would have even known what magic was if it hadn’t been for my aunt. She was more of a parent then my own parents, my parents meant well but they worked their whole lives and never realized what they were missing,” she sighed. She knew she hadn’t made the same mistake. She just hoped her own kids wouldn’t do the same.
Drew tried again to kick the ball and tripped over it. For thirteen he was not very good with foot coordination. She kept letting him try on his own, it was the only. “Drew, you’re trying too hard. Relax some,” she called to him. Soon as he took her advice did finally kick the ball. She adored moments like this, he was only one of her kids that had never talked back to her or yell at her.
“He’s the only one that listens to me anymore. My oldest thinks he’s all grown up because he’s living on his own. My older daughter thinks she’s grown up just because her body is. My younger daughter is going through the intendance stage, we fight so much because she is just like me but she doesn’t see that yet,” Susan said.
{{OC: I've been in the hospital. I'm back now}}