Her beautiful boy, her happiest child; his smile was the sun, his light lit up the whole entire world. It was true what they said about mothers and sons; it was a special bond, a mutual admiration society. Though that wasn't the only thing that was true : one loved one's children the same amount, but sometimes you liked one child more than another. She had been mourning his loss for so long, and the girls were a great comfort.
Still, it was never the same: this Jack Alvaz, had a quirky flapping hands and the mischievous smile, who would not embrace her yet would head-butt her if he wanted a kiss on the top of his head. When they first met, he was so shy that Joanna had to coax him into giving her a hand shake instead or a peak on the cheek.
Nevertheless, he did not heal the hole in her heart, but he did fill a gap that had been empty for a very long time. Joanna took to the boy immediately. He called her Lala for short; and she called him Checkers. She wasn't sure where that came from, something with his cheeks maybe. She was constantly pinching them. She loved her daughters, but they did not need her anymore. They were grown-ups with their own problems. Jack was another story.
This is a continuation free write prompt which turned into a short story novel. Perhaps, not so short anymore; anyhow hope you enjoy it. For previous prompts about the Witches of Farrenmore Heights; scroll below for each link
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