A Child's Innocence
‘Mummy?’ James calls out to Ginny, confusion written on his face.
‘Yes, darling?’ his mother asks sweetly, looking up from the pot of soup she is cooking.
‘Are you all right?’ James questions. He is very worried about his mummy. She hasn’t been feeling very well lately. He knows that she goes several times to the bathroom and he hears her making noises. Then she comes out wiping her mouth, her face not the same colour as before. She looks like the moon—silver-ish and pale. Daddy then gives her soap to smell. It smells nice. He knows because he has sniffed it before. It smells of roses. But he doesn’t know why mummy likes to smell them. He knows that soaps are used to clean one up and are not medicines.
Mummy falls sick more often, but daddy doesn’t take her to the hospital every time. Daddy loves mummy. He knows because they say ‘I love you’ to each other quite a few times every day and also kiss on the lips. He shudders every time he sees them do that. He knows he won’t ever kiss any girl like that. He doesn’t like girls very much. But he loves mummy and Grandma Molly and aunt Hermione and the other aunts. And his daddy loves his mummy too, so why doesn’t he take care of her?
‘I’m perfectly fine, dear,’ Ginny says to James, grinning widely at her first child. He looks so adorable even though he’s apparently worried about something.
all right?’ Ginny asks him.
James looks at mummy and gives a small smile. ‘I’m okay, Mummy,’ he replies. He stops for a minute then says, ‘Mummy, are you sure you’re fine?’
‘Then why do you feel hungry so often?’
She stares at him, dumfounded. ‘What?’ she squeaks.
‘You’re always eating.’ He points at the half-eaten apple on the kitchen counter. ‘And you’re getting fatter.’ Now he looks towards the bump on his mummy’s tummy. ‘You also get ill a lot.’ He finally looks at her.
Ginny almost melts with joy. She’s happy her son has noticed so much about her. That he cares so much.
‘Baby,’ she starts and James, for once, doesn’t argue that he’s old enough now. ‘Didn’t Daddy and I tell you that you’re about to have a baby sister or a baby brother soon?’ She waits for James’ nod and then continues. ‘That’s why I get sick and eat a lot. And that’s why I’m fat.’ She pats her stomach lovingly.
James continues to look on with bewilderment.
‘The baby is in there?’ he asks lightly touching her bump.
‘Yes, James,’ Ginny replies, smiling.
‘How did it get in there?’ James, the poor buy, is so perplexed; Ginny resists the urge to laugh.
‘Daddy will tell you that,’ Ginny says, laughing inside, imagining Harry’s horror on learning what explanation he had to make soon.