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Sometimes Martin has to stay at home because of his sick mother. His mother occasionally had some annoying headaches and the doctors couldnโt point out the exact cause of the malady. Her way to cope the pain was to promenade but sometimes she was even unable to do so. On those days, sweet Martin served as the best dog in the world by laying down in the dark green faintingโ chair by side of his suffering mother. Her name was Josephine and the moments she could hold her son as a Persian was the most valuable aspect through the pain.
No matter how much Josephine was suffering from the ferocious persuasive pain, Melinda and Valentin didnโt care much about her but only missed the little boy. By meeting Martin next day at school they used to come to him to tell all the new biological data that they had discovered the other day as weird behavior of the southern ducks at the rainy day, spooky sounds of the summer bugs, orange county wild felineโs dregโs smell or the thick and wavy unusual hair that they had found at the Valentineโs head. All of the new discoveries were something they could do together as a pack of three feathered dinosaurs. So Martin didnโt feel bad for not being able to hang out with his favorite persons. Josephine was his mother and sheย was always nice to him.
Josephine was important to her son. Sometimes she suffered from insomnia and used to vaguely walk around the living room and smoke cannabis. Martin asked about that when he was 8. โMom, why do you drink smoking? that doesnโt smellย tasty.โย โMartin, this is an unhealthy habit and your father donโt want you to do it. But to explain, the smoke fills your lung and the perception of the world is altered.โ She pointed one of the several vases that wereย on her husbandโs desk. โSee that Begonia? I perceive theirย leavesโ color as green. It doesnโt take much time to perceive or know that. And it doesnโt make me wonder why that is green. But after I drink the smoke, I start to admire the color, the life and the shape of their body.โ When Martin remembers that moment he also remembers the brilliant color of Josephineโs dress that she was wearing that day. Begoniaโs life and color were never that great compared to his momโs body and clothing. They loved each other eternally. Even though Martin never understood how she doesnโt wonder the reason of the leaves is almost always green. It felt like to him that the cannabis was a way of her to connect better with him. He liked the altered version of his mother.
