Finding Mother

"Can I offer you something to drink?" she asked.

"A whisky with no ice would be nice."

"I only have Tullamore Dew, not a whisky drinker my self, I'm a sherry woman."

"Tullamore is fine."

She came back with our drinks and sat beside me. The scent from her perfume was captivating. We started talking, mainly polite conversation, but by her third sherry she started to talk more about her self, that she always wanted children but couldn't have because she was not a real woman. She asked me if I had noticed that she wasn't a "real" woman. I said that I had a vague idea that it might be like that. She took my hand and said, "I'm glad you are honest, but don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Oh, you are, very." She smiled. Oh yes, she was very pretty.

She told me that all her life she has been living as a woman. Never had any surgeries or hormones. That her breast was natural given. I remember how I blushed when she told me. "So how old are you Markus?"

"I'm 45; well tomorrow I will be 45."

"Oh, its your birthday tomorrow, well I'm 62, though a lady should never tell her age."

"Well you look a lot younger than that."

"Thank you, Markus, that is so nice of you. But I'm actually old enough to be your mom. Is your mom as pretty as me?"

"She died when I was four years old."

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. You pour thing." Nana got very emotional about me not having a mom. She looked at me with such softness in her lovely brown eyes. Then she suddenly had her arms around me and hugged me very close and tight. It was a bit awkward but also very nice. Actually I was very comfortable in Nanas presence and company. Nana gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and whispered into my ears, "I wish I could have been your mom. I would have loved that." Then she straightened up, crossed her lovely legs and looked out in the room saying, "Sorry, I'm just so old fashioned in many ways."