With two mugs of steaming chamomile tea, I slowly walked down the quiet, dark hallway towards my son's bedroom. I knocked on the door and waited for any sign of his stirring. The door creaked open and there stood my grown-up son, smiling. 

Knowingly..

He opened the door wider to allow me to enter his sacred abode. I took seat on his swivel gamers chair after I had handed him a mug of chamomile tea. He thanked me but did not take any sip of it. Instead he placed the mug down on his side table. Then he sat at the foot of his bed, leaning forward. Almost straining. To listen carefully. Eagerly awaiting for me to start.

"I guess...Jackson....the time is finally here for you to hear about it."

"18 years Mom. I've kept my end of the bargain. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. And I am a F16 jet fighter pilot." Jackson beamed with pride.

I smiled with pride upon hearing those very words. I am proud of my son, Jackson. 

He is a good kid. Pardon me. Even though my son is almost 30 years old and served as a fighter pilot in the Air Force, he would always be my little boy in my eyes. 

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[Flashback]

"Mom."

I stopped washing the dishes and turned around to face my 12 years old son, Jackson.

"Yes Jackson. What is it?" I enquired while drying my hands on a hand cloth.

"How did you meet Dad?" He asked.

"Why do you ask all of a sudden." I questioned him. 

He moved closer towards me and handed me a paper to read. 

I scanned the document and quickly understood.

'How my parents met.'

I grinned widely as I bended over closer to my little man to ruffle his hair. 

"Mom!" He argued while fixing back his hair.

"Why don'