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Zephyr Frollo is now 20 years old. He always talked about expanding his ministry even at a young age. When there was an announcement at the meeting stating that there was a French congregation forming in Dublin, Ireland, Zephyr felt that Jehovah had answered his prayers and given him the perfect opportunity. His father, Claude Frollo, originally from Paris, France, taught him to speak the language as soon as he was born. As a result he his bilingual, fluent in English and French. For the past 6 months, he has been living with his best friend Maverick.

Maverick has also reached out for a special privilege. He has decided to go to Ramapo, New York. The newest facility that has just been finished. He will now be living there as part of the Bethel family. Today, Claude and Ica will be accompanying their son to Ireland, to see him off and get him settled to enjoy his new life serving where the need is greater.

“Claude! Are you ready?” Called Ica from the bottom of the stairs. We are supposed to meet Zephyr at 10:00 at the airport. I don’t want to be late.”

“I’ll be right down mon amour.” He called back. Not long after, Claude is downstairs kissing his wife on the forehead. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He said, smiling.

As the Frollos drive to the airport, Ica notices Claude deep in thought. “Claude? What are you thinking about?”

”Hmm? Oh.” He said turning to look at her. “I can’t believe that our little boy is all grown up. I mean, it seemed like just yesterday you were holding this little tiny baby in your arms. Now he’s off to Ireland.” Explained Claude, a hint of sadness in his voice. Ica saw a few tears forming in Claude’s dark gray eyes, even though she saw he was trying to push them back.

“I know what you mean. But I am so proud of him. So even though I’m sad as in I am going to miss him, I am happy that he is choosing to serve Jehovah with all he has.” Ica felt tears welling up in her own eyes. I’m not crying. Not yet at least. She thought, willing her tears away. Claude smiled at her.

”You are right, my beautiful wife.” Not to mention, he will be in Ireland, where we had our honeymoon.” Said Claude remembering the blissful time he had with his wife.

“Plus, it was smart of you to teach him French. If you hadn’t he might not have had the chance to take advantage of this privilege. Guess it’s a good thing I married a French man. A very handsome French man at that.” She threw him a teasing look. Claude blushed slightly.

“Well I’m flattered, but I’m still amazed you found me handsome. Seeing as I wasn’t the youngest guy. And the fact that you still see me as handsome at 84.”

”Oh you!” Said Ica. “You will always be handsome to me. You are very elegant. And I do have a thing for elegant men. Besides you probably be even more handsome in the new system. And you will have even more hair for me to run my fingers through.” She gave him a wink. Claude couldn’t help but feel a burst of emotion for his wife.

”I love you Ica Frollo.”
”I love you more Claude Frollo.”

When the Frollos arrive at the airport, they scan the crowd for their son and his best friend. “Maverick was dropping him off right?” Asked Ica, still searching sea of people.

”Wee, I believe so.” Just then they hear their son’s voice, accompanied by his waving arm.

“Mum! Papa! Over here!” Big smiles appear on his parents face. Ica begins to run, but Claude quickly grabs her hand.

”I am beginning to have a bout of deja vu.” Claude said. He had a wry grin on his face. “You are 50 years old. I would think you would be more mature by now.” Ica looks over her shoulder at him and grins back.

”I guess some things never change.” Though Ica didn’t run, she briskly made her way to where Zephyr was waiting, practically dragging her husband along. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him. He was now taller than her, but he was still petite for a guy. Claude also threw his arm around him. They held him for a good 30 seconds before letting go. Zephyr laughed, muffled by the bodies of his parents.

”I’m happy to see you guys too.” He said after they released him.
”Well ain’t this a happy reunion.” Teased Maverick. Ica gave Maverick a big hug too.
”Oh come on, you’re going to miss him too.” Ica poked him in his chest.
”Okay okay, I will miss him a little.” Laughed Maverick.

”So, how long do we have before we have to board the plane asked Claude?” Zephyr’s looked up at the time monitor where his flight was listed. We have about an hour. We can go to the food court and have lunch if you want to.” Suggest Zephyr.

”Now that sounds like a plan never pass up food.” Said Maverick rubbing his hands together.
”Yes we know.” Said Zephyr, playfully shoving his friend.

After having a bite to eat it was finally time to board their flight. When they walked up to the gate, carryon bags in hand. Maverick looked at his best friend with a sad smile, his gold eyes glittering. Then abruptly threw his arms around him, squeezing him hard. Zephyr felt his hot tears land on the back of his shirt and soak through to his skin. Zephyr I turn hugged him back just as tightly, also letting tears fall from his green eyes and down his freckles cheeks. Pulling out of the embrace Maverick searched Zephyr’s face.

”Okay dude, make sure that you don’t forget me. And if you make new friends that’s cool. But remember your best friend is back here in the states. And text, or call, or FaceTime me at least once a month. I know a week might be asking too much. I know you are going to be busy.” Zephyr threw his arm around his friend.

”Mav, you know you will always be my ride or die. And besides, you’re going to be busy too! You are going to Ramapo the end of next month. You will probably be even more busy than I am!” Maverick laughed.

“Good point.” There was a last call for boarding for the Frollos flight. Maverick stepped back and watched them board the plane.

“Tell uncle Liam that I’ll be okay. And of course I will call him and send him pictures.” Said Zephyr looking back over his shoulder.

”You got it! Bye Zeph.”
”Bye Mav!” He said. Then murmured just to himself, “Do your best for Jehovah.”

***

On the plane, the flight attendant went up and down the aisle making sure everyone was taken care of and had what they needed. A woman with tan skin and wavy black hair sopped at their row and gave them a grand smile. “Hola, my name is Rosa. Is everything alright over here for you all.”

“Yes, we are great. Thank you for checking.” Said Ica cheerfully.

“Perfect.” If you need anything at all, don’t be afraid to call.” Ica nodded and the flight attendant made her way to the next row.

”Hey, Zephie bears.” Began Ica. ”You know your father and I made this flight before. On our honeymoon. He was terrified.” She gave a slight laughed. “He had to hold my hand.”

“Yes, I know mum, you’ve told me many times.” Chuckled Zephyr. “But I don’t (mind that you told me again. So is it beautiful there? Like i imagined it would be? I looked at pictures to get an idea but I always think seeing the real thing makes it that much more cool.”

”You’re right son.” Piped Claude. The pictures don’t do it just. It’s absolutely amazing. You know, Il y a eu de nombreuses fois où j'ai dû retenir ta mère. Elle était comme un petit enfant dans un magasin de bonbons. Elle m'a traîné partout dans ses aventures. Mais cela faisait partie de son charme. Elle m'a fait enrouler autour de son doigt.” Zephyr laughed.

(There were many times when I had to scold your mother. She was like a little child in a candy store. She dragged me everywhere in her adventures. But it was part of her charm. She made me wrap around her finger)

”Ça ressemble à maman.” He replied, throwing his mother a cheeky grin.
(That sounds like mum)

“Alright, what are you two saying about me?” Demanded Ica, one eye brow raised.
”That’s between me and dad.” Said Zephyr looking smug.
”Wee, what he said.” Agreed Claude. Ica sighed.
”What am I going to do with you two.” But she was smiling.

Once they landed, they needed to rent a car. “Zephie, did the brothers give you a specific spot to get your rental car?” Asked Ica. Zephyr pulled out his phone and scrolled through his text.

”Yeah, so brother Copper said that I needed to go to Take A Car Rental place. He’s already has it rented out to me. I just have to pick it up. But…I’m not old enough to drive it.” Zephyr looked thoughtful. “Let me call him.” He dialled up brother Copper’s number. Claude listed to Zephyr’s conversation. After he hung up, they looked at him waiting for the plan. “He put it under dad’s name.” He said grinning. “I thinks you more than old enough to rent a car papá.” He ruffled his son’s hair.

”Come on you.”

When the got to Take A Car, Claude when to speak to the woman at the service desk. “Zephie, I probably told you this story too, but when me and dad went to rent a car, they denied me, because they thought I was under age. I was 31. Then they told me i would have to put it under my grandfather’s name.” Ica began to laugh.

”Umm under your grandfath…wait! No they thought dad was your grandfather?!” Cried Zephyr. The he began to laugh. “I wish I could have seen their faces!”

“Oh, let me tell you. It was pretty funny.” Said Ica.
”And mum?”
“Yes Zeph?”
”You never told me that story. I throughly enjoyed that one.”

Not long Claude and the rental man came walking toward them. “So we have a car, he will just give us the ins and outs.” After the rental employee had explained everything, the Frollos got in and headed to the hotel. As they drove, Zephyr heard a loud growl.

“Um, are you hungry papá? I can hear your stomach protesting.” Said Zephyr chuckling.
“I guess I’m a little hungry.” Said Claude bashfully, holding his stomach.
“Let’s stop and get you a snack.” Zephyr suggested.
”Oh no, I’ll be fine son.” His stomach growled again.
”I don’t think your stomach is.” Piped Ica. “We’re stopping.”
”Yes mademoiselle.” Said Claude drowned dramatically.

Ica pulled up to a local bakery and Zephyr volunteered to go in and grab something for his father. When he came back out he got back in the car and handed him a paper bag grinning.

“What is it?” Claude asked tilting his head.
“Reach in and see.” Claude reached in and pulled at a large crispy, buttery crescent.

After grabbing a snack for Claude, they were finally off to the hotel. “Zephyr son, what hotel were you assigned to?” Asked Claude glancing in the rear view mirror. Once again Zephyr takes a look at his phone.

”We need to go to Camelot hotel. Here, I’ll put the address in your phone.” Zephyr punched the address in his father’s phone then handed it back to him.

“Okay, off we go.” When they get to the hotel, Ica’s eyes go wide as they pull into the car park.
“Claude,” she said quietly. This is the same hotel we stayed at for our-
“Homeymoon,” he finished for her. “I noticed too. Isn’t that ironic.”

After Zephyr and Claude grabbed the bags from the trunk, the headed for the entrance. As soon as they stepped inside, Ica looked around smiling. “It’s just as I remembered it.”

“Woah.” Zephyr breathed. “This place is totally awesome.” Claude put his arm around his son.
”Me and your mother made some really great memories here.”

Just then Ica dropped her backpack, making Claude and Zephyr turn and look at her. “Mirabel.” Said Ica quietly.

“Mum what’s wrong?” Asked Zephyr looking at her confused.
”Mirabel!” She said a little louder this time. Then she spun around and looked at her husband.

”Claude, I wonder of Mirabel still works here!” Said Ica scanning the lobby.
”Papá, who’s Mirabel?” Asked Zephyr, once again looking confused.

”She was a clerk that worked here, when we were here on our honeymoon. Your maman took a liking to her. She was very kind and made us feel at home during our stay.”

”Oh…” said Zephyr, watching his mum grow more excited. When Ica’s eye fell on the receptionist counter where Mirabel used to check visitors in and out she rushed over and firmly planted her hands down on the desk and leaned forward so she was face to face with man who stood there.

”Um…can I help you?” He said, with a bewildered and skeptical look on his face. Ica waste no time.

”Yes, there was a woman who used to work here years ago…her name was Mirabel. Does she still work here?” She asked hurriedly. Pretty soon her husband and son were at her side. Claude gently grabbed her arm signalling to calm.

”Ica,” said Claude. “Please relax.”

“I’m sorry, my wife really liked the receptionist that worked here. Like she said, it has been years so she might have moved on or left. Do you happen to know of her?”

”Um..I don’t think so.” Ica’s heart sank. “But I’m new so I don’t know everyone who works here. This is my first time working the lobby.” Zephyr never saw his mother so disappointed in his life. Claude turned to look at Ica.

”I’m sorry mon amour.” Said Claude tickling a piece of hair behind her ear.
”Yeah, me too mum.” Added Zephyr. “Are you going to be okay?” She gave a small smile.
”Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m sorry for getting a little wild there.” She said apologetically.
”It’s alright. Come, let’s go to our room.” Said Claude, placing a hand on her back.
”Says are room is on the lower level.” Said Zephyr.

“Oh, our room was on the top level, but…Claude, was there a lower level when we were here?” Asked Ica. Claude shook his head.
“I don’t think so. It was only upper and main levels.”

“Well in that case, tally ho! I can’t wait to see the new lower level.” Ica didn’t run but she didn’t exactly walk either. Laughing Zephyr followed after her.

”Mum wait for me!”
“Guys wait! Slow..down.” He sighed. Somethings never change. He thought inwardly.

When he caught up to his family, he saw them looking around at everything, pure joy and awe on their faces. Well at least Ica isn’t so bummed anymore.” He thought, thinking of his wife’s crestfallen face after finding Mirabel wasn’t there.

”Zephyr! Look at this!” Cried Ica, gesturing for her son to join her. “This is post mortem photography. It is when they take a photograph but usually someone is dead in the picture. This has always fascinated me.” Zephyr watched his mother as her hazel eyes lit up.

“Um mum, sometimes I worry about you.” Said Zephyr laughing.
“Oh is that so?” Ica playfully pushed her son. “Now you sound like your dad.”

”Well he is my boy.” Said Claude walking up behind them. “Come you two, let’s find our room before you both get us kicked out.” Said Claude humorously.

”Mum started it!” Said Zephyr.
”Oh no I didn’t! You did!” Both of them started laughing.

“Sometimes I think I think I have two three year olds instead of a 20 year old son and a 51 year old wife.” Said Claude shaking his head. But he had an affectionate smile. As they walked down the hall they entered the lower lobby. When they last the receptionist desk something caught Ica’s eyes. She halted immediately and grabbed her husband’s hand.

”Claude,” she whispered. “Look.” Ica pointed to the desk. “Do you see that?” Claude turned his gaze to the desk. There sitting there was the figuring that they had bought for Mirabel all those years ago. It was glimmered in the lighting of the room.

”Then that means…Claude began.
”What are you guys staring at?” Asked Zephyr tilting his head.

”That figurine. Your dad and I gave that for Mirabel, before we left. It was a gift we bought her, for being so kind and welcoming to us. But if it’s here then…she’s still here!” Come let’s put our stuff down and then…” Ica dropped her bag and it hit the floor with a soft thump. Walking toward them was a woman red-ish hair streaked with gold, though she could see that her roots were gray. Her head was down, as she scanned over some papers.

“Mirabel?” Said Ica, almost to herself. As she got closer she could see that it was indeed the kind receptionist that touched her and Claude’s heart almost 20 years ago. “Mirabel!” She cried running towards her. Mirabel’s head snapped up just as Ica threw her arms around her, hugging her tight. The papers she was holding crushed and wrinkled in the midst of the embrace.

Somewhat stunned, Mirabel slowly pulled out of the embrace and peered down at the over zealous 51 year old woman that had just hugged her. Ica peered back up at her. She could see that Mirabel had aged, with her pronounced laugh lines and the soft crinkles in the corners of her pale brown eyes. However she still had the pleasant expression that Ica would see every time she asked about the adventures they enjoyed back during their honeymoon.

There was a spark of recognition on the Irish woman’s fair skinned face. “No…can it be?” She said softly as if contemplating that it was really Ica. Then a big toothy grin spread across Ica’s face.

”Yeah, it’s me.” She said, still grinning. Maribel took Ica’s face and looked her over one more time just to affirm though she clearly knew that it was her.

”It is you!” She pulled Ica in for another hug. When she let go she stood back with her hands on her hips. “Alright let me look at ya. Blimey, you haven’t changed at all.”

”Oh I beg to differ. I’m 51 now!” Exclaimed Ica giggling.

“Aye, but you don’t look a day over 40 if that. So how’s…Maribel paused, as if deciding whether she wanted to ask te question or not. “How’s Claude?” Ica gave a sly smile.

”Well, why don’t you ask him yourself.” Maribel peered over Ica’s shoulder to see Claude waving at her.

“Don’t just stand there old man. Come give me a hug!” Claude made his way over, Zephyr behind him. When he reached her she gave him a big hug. When she let go of he gave her a cheeky smile.

”You didn’t think I kicked the bucket did you?” He said all in good fun. Maribel looked down a little embarrassed.

”Alright the thought might have briefly crossed my mind.” She chuckled. “But I have to say you look good for…say how old are you know mate?”

”I’m 87. But my wife says I’m a “young” 87. I don’t have OMS.”
“Eh? What in the world’s that?” Asked Maribel perplexed. Ica jumped in to explain.

“Basically it is when you moan about how old you are and how your body doesn’t work like it should, stuff like that.” Maribel put her knuckle to her chin.

”I see. Well, I’m 64 now and retiring at the end of the year, but I have no intentions of slowing down. Guess that means I don’t have OMS.” Ica laughed.

”For women, it is called OLS. Old lady syndrome.”

“Well yeah, either or I’m not getting any kind of old syndrome.” They all laughed. Then Maribel took a look at Zephyr, who was standing next to his father, quietly taking in the reunion. Maribel took one look at him and smiled. “This must be your lad.” Both his parents put their arms around him squishing him. He rolled his eyes, but let himself be squeezed.

”How’d you tell? Said Claude, a bit sarcastically. Maribel walked up to Zephyr, who stood still as she leaned close to his face.

”Well it’s easy. He looks just like you, especially his facial expressions. But he has his ma’s nose and thick hair.” She said nonchalantly.

“Don’t forget his little freckles.” Said Ica bopping her son’s nose with her finger. Zephyr playfully batted her hand away.

“So laddie, what might yer name be?” Asked Maribel.

“My name’s Zephyr. Nice to meet you!” Maribel reached out and hugged him. Instinctively Zephyr hugged her back. “My mum really likes you. She went crazy downstairs looking for you. Then she got so disappointed when she couldn’t find you.” Ica looked down a little embarrassed.

“Is that right?” Said Maribel throwing Ica a teasing glance. “Well that wouldn’t be the first time.” Claude stifled some laughter but Ica shoved him playfully. “So what are you about 16?” Zephyr gave a huff of a laugh.

“No, I’m actually 20.”

”My, you look like a baby. You sure do have your mother’s genes. So anyway what brings you lot back over to Irel-

Just then a thick Irish accented voice comes through the intercom. “Maribel to the upper service desk. Maribel, to the upper service deck.” Dearie me, I must remind myself I am still on the clock. Tell you what. I have a break in two hours. Let’s meet at Alagasia, and you can fill me in.”

”Oh! That place is still there?” Said Ica surprised.

“You bet yer. But let me take off. I have to go make more copies of these papers.” Ica saw Claude looking at her with one eyebrow raised, then her eyes drifted to the crumpled papers in Maribel’s hands. And cringed slightly.

”Um…yeah sorry about that.” Maribel laughed. “Guess she is still your crazy girl eh Claude?”
”That she is.” He said, nuzzling her. Ica nuzzled him back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“If you hadn’t of noticed Mirabel.” Said Zephyr. “My mum annd papá are very mushy.” Mirabel gave Zephyr a warm smile and put her hand on his shoulder, looking into his green eyes.

”Well laddie.” There was a wistful tone to her voice. Just means you are blessed with a good set of parents. Hang onto them as long as you can.” She said, thinking of her own parents.

***

As the Frollos got their hotel room, Zephyr dropped his bags and grinned at the two glorious beds in front of him. He ran and jumped on the one closest to the window, landing on his back. “These beds are awesome!”

“I know right!” Cried Ica as she did the same as her son, running and landing on the bed.

”Dad come try!” Zephyr sat up encouraging his father to join in their antics.” Claude laughed out loud and shook his head.

“You forget that I don’t have nearly as much energy as you and your mum. And remember, I’m not necessarily a young man.”

“Oh papá, you get around just fine for your age.” Said Zephyr smirking.

”Yeah Claude, don’t hide behind your age…old man.” Agreed Ica laughing. Once again Claude just shook his head.

“I guess you two do keep me young.” He went over to join his family on the bed. “These are just as comfortable as I remember. And,” said Claude lowering his voice as leaned close to his wife’s ear. “Where you and I enjoyed our first ti-

Just then Zephyr’s hands shot up to his ears, covering them like a kid. “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Ica and Claude began giggling.

“Well, you know mon amour.” Said Claude as he kissed her on the cheek. Zephyr thought back to what Maribel had told him. Just means your blessed with a good set of parents. He smiled at his mother and father as they shared in what he called “mushy” moments and thanked Jehovah to have parents that truly loved each other and truly loved him.

***

When it came time to meet Maribel, Ica was so elated that she skipped down the side walk as they headed to Lottie’s Pub and Grill. Zephyr and Claude hung back as they watched her amused. “Papá, maman sure does love Maribel.

”Oh yes that does.” Said Claude watching his wife with a fond smile. “You know son, your mum has this knack for-

“For making friends with everyone everywhere she goes, and cherishes even the littlest details about them, and the fact that she can see the good in everyone?” Claude smiled over at his son and ruffled his brown wavy hair.

“Yeah, that.”

When they arrived at the restaurant, they spotted Maribel waiting outside, waving to them. Her brown streaked red hair shining in the sun light. Right away, Ica threw her arms around her, making Maribel laugh out loud. As the waitor led them to their table on the patio and placed the menus in front of them, the atmosphere was was care free and inviting. He took everyone’s orders and wished away to the next table. As Maribel and Ica sipped their lemonade, the noticed Claude and Zephyr conversing in French.

“Papa, pouvons-nous aller voir le site aujourd'hui ?” Asked Zephyr
(Dad, can we go sight seeing?”)

“Je pense que cela pourrait être arrangé. Mon fils aventureux.” He poked Zephyr in the belly, but he batted it away.(That can be arranged, my adventurous son.)

“Papa ! Arrête, je ne suis plus un bébé, ne me pique pas dans le ventre!” He said trying not to laugh.
(Dad! Stop! I’m not a baby any more! Don’t poke me in my belly!)

“Mais tu seras toujours mon bébé.” Said Claude affectionately.
(But, you’ll always be my baby.)

Maribel watched them with quiet amusement. “Eh? Do they always do that?” She asked, turning to Ica. Ica chuckled.

”Oh yes they do. Especially when they don’t want me to know what they’re talking about.”
”Interesting.” Said Maribel putting her knuckle to her chin.

Pretty soon a dark haired server is walking their way, trays in hand. As he sets them down, they thank him and tuck into their meal. “So,” said Maribel taking a bite of her potato, what brings you two back here? Are you fancying be permanent residents down here?” She elbowed Ica in the side.” She chuckled.

“Well…something like that. You see, Zephie bears will be living here for a while.” Maribel raised her auburn eyebrows and looked at Zephyr. “Eh? All by yourself laddie? Ireland is quite far from America. Zephyr nodded shyly.

“You see,” started Zephyr, I am expanding my ministry.” Maribel titled her head.
”Your ministry?”

”Yup.” Piped Ica as she beamed at her 20 year old son. “Here I’ll give you a hit.” Ica knocked on the table. Maribel just blinked at her. “Okay another hint.” This time Claude assisted. Ica knocked on the table and Claude opened an imaginary door. Then Maribel’s face sparked with realisation.

”Oh! Are you lot Jehovah’s Witnesses?” All three of the Frollos nodded grinning. “Or the door knockers I call them. No offense.” Claude chuckled.

“None taken.”

“So lad, you have to come all the way down here to do that?” Zephyr looked thoughtful for a moment.

”Well I don’t have to, I want to. You see Maribel, I am moving to where the need is greater. That’s when one moves to an area where support in on congregation is needed. There was an announcement in our congregation back in America, stating that there was a need for French speaking brothers and sisters, that’s what we call each other, that are needed here in Ireland.”

”Oh really?” Asked Maribel, now fully into what Zephyr is telling her.

”Mmhmm. There is a new French congregation that was formed down here. As Jehovah’s Witness, we preach in thousands of different languages. That way, everyone has a chance to learn about Jehovah…if they wish to. I figured since I speak French, that I would come and support the new congregation.” Maribel smiled at him and placed a hand on his arm.

”Well now, I think that is very noble of you.” Zephyr looked down bashful. “I guess you have your old man to thank for that. Teaching you his native tongue. Heaven knows your mum here wouldn’t have been any help.” She said smugly. Claude and Zephyr stifled laughter.

”Maribel!” Cried Ica, who lightly shoved her arm. “That wasn’t funny.” Ica crossed her arms and dramatically pouted. On,y producing more laughter for her son and husband.

”Oh come on mon amour, don’t be mad.” Said Claude his voice still tinted with laughter.

“Yeah mum, you still taught me stuff too.” Added Zephyr who’s voice, like his father’s still tinted itch laughter.

”Alright luv, I’m sorry.” Maribel leaned into Ica. “Do you still love me?” Ica couldn’t pout for long and she too was laughing.

”Yeah I do.” She said sunnily.

After Maribel headed back to work, and the Frollos did some sight seeing. They enjoyed watching their son run from one thing to another, his bright green eyes sparkling and a big grin on his face. “He reminds me so much of you.” Said Claude softly. His sense of adventure. I can’t believe tomorrow will be the last time we see him for a while.” Ica heard his voice break. Without a word, she just took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Once again she had to will away her tears. She knew she should let herself cry, but wanted to be strong for her husband.

When the Frollos got back to their hotel room is was late and they had a big day tomorrow. Zephyr would be meeting his roommate to settle into their flat, going to his new congregation’s meeting, then spending the evening with some of the friends from the congregation. Not only that, but he will also be saying goodbye to his parents. Zephyr went straight to bed and fell fast asleep. His mother and father walked over and sat on the bed next to him. Ica ran a her hair through his wavy brown hair, and down his cheek, smiling down fondly at him.

”I still see him as my tiny little baby sometimes.” Said Ica softly so she wouldn’t wake him.
”Me too.” Said Claude, as he placed his hand gingerly on Zephyr’s head.

”I can’t believe we’ll be leaving him here all by him…” Ica paused for a moment trying to push back tears. Claude looked at her, knowing that she was trying to be strong. He reached carefully over Zephyr and grabbed her hand, tugging gently for her to come sit on his lap. Doing as Claude wanted she got up and plopped down on her lap. He wrapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear.

”You don’t have to be brave, crazy girl.” His voice was full of tenderness. “You’re allowed to cry.” That’s all he had to say. Ica wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and weeped, burying her face in his chest, tears soaking through his Night shirt, but he didn’t care he held her a little tighter and rocked back and fourth. The two of them stayed like that until Ica stopped crying. She looked up at Claude and he wiped her eyes.

”Are you okay?” His voice was soft. Ica nodded. “Good. For being a cry baby you sure were holding those tears back for a long time. Ica huffed a soft laugh.

“You could tell?” She said looking Claude curiously. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding it.

”Well, Mon amour. I know you. So you weren’t fooling me.” He booped her nose. She kissed his forehead, then crawled off Claude’s lap and scooted under the covers next to her slumbering son.

“I think I’ll sleep here tonight.” I know he’s 20, and too big to sleep in his parent’s bed, but like I said he’s still my baby. So just for this one night, I’m going to keep him close to me.” Said Ica. Claude
smiled down at her.

“Okay, well I think I’ll join you two.” Claude got in bed and laid down on the other side of his son and reached over him him. P Ica did the same. They interlocked their fingers together, with Zephyr safely tucked between them. After they had drifted off to sleep Zephyr briefly opened one sleepy eye to briefly find both his parents on each side of him. A sleepy smile appeared on his face. You two are so mushy. He mused to himself. “But, I guess I wouldn’t have it any other I love you mum, I love you papá.” He murmured softly. Then he too drifted back off to sleep.

***

The next morning, Zephyr was up early. He carefully in tangled himself from his parents arms and got out of bed. Once he was showered and dressed he crept out of the room leaving his sleeping parents in bed. When he got down to the lobby he grabbed a scone and coffee. Caramel butter, light and sweet. I hope I can do this. He thought to himself. What if I’m not good enough…or I mess up, or get in trouble. No…I won’t think about that. I’ll just pray that I’ll be okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Breaking him from his thoughts a little boy zoomed past Zephyr knocking his coffee, off the table, drenching Zephyr and the floor in the process. The little boy didn’t get too far, as he tripped and fell over his untied shoe laces. There was a thump as he hit the ground followed by him immediate crying. Zephyr looked around waiting for one of parents to come scoop him up to comfort him, but the only people he saw either continued to walk by or stop and look.

Worried that the little boy might be hurt, Zephyr abandoned his spilled coffee and rushed over. He bent down to the crying boy’s level. Tears were falling from his pale eyes and streaming down his dark cheeks and his shoulder length dread locks falling in his face. Immediately Zephyr tried to soothe him.

“Hey,” he said gently. My name’s Zephyr. What’s yours?”
”M-m-my name’s Kofi.” He cried, gasping for breath. He had an Island accent.
”Nice to meet you Kofi. Tell me, are you hurt?” Asked Zephyr looking him up and down.
”N-no.” Kofi finally started to catch his breath.
”How old are you? Is your mum or dad here with you?”

“I’m 6. I lost my pops, I can’t find him.” Zephyr felt a pang of sadness for Kofi. He couldn’t imagine being lost from his parents at his age, in a place as big as this hotel. Zephyr smiled warmly at him and placed a hand gently on his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find your pops.”
”You will?” Tyson’s dark brown eyes widen.”
”Mmhmm.”
”Yay! Thank you Mr. Zephyr!” Zephyr held out his hand and Kofi gladly took it.

“So,” started Zephyr, “are you and your pops on vacation?”

”Yeah! First baca EVER! I live in Barbados. What about you Mr. Zephyr? Are you on vacation too?” Asked Kofi looking up at him.

”Well…kind of. I’m from America, but I’m going to be living here now.” Said Zephyr.
”Really? Why?”

”You see…” Zephyr thought how to phrase his word. “I have a very important job to do over here. I have to help people learn new things. But in order to help them I have to live here, in Ireland.” Explained Zephyr cheerfully.

”Oh…well I guess helping people is important. Will you miss America?” Asked Kofi. A look of brief sadness flashed on Zephyr’s face but he quickly pushed it away.

”Yeah, I will. I’ll miss my friends and my family. A whole lot. But you know something. I know no matter where I am they are always here for me. And I will make new friends.” He smiled down at Kofi as they turned the corner to the next hallway to the main lobby. There was a tall man with a buzz cut and bow tie with his ear pressed to the phone. “I’ll ask this guy to see if he can call your dad down here. I’m sure he is probably looking for you too.”

When the man hung up the phone Zephyr stepped forward still holding Kofi’s hand. “Hi, I was wondering if you can make an announcement…or um..call saying that I have Kofi with me. He lost his dad.

“Sure give me one moment.” As the man began grab the intercom phone a loud, rather frantic voice rand through the lobby. It sounded just like Kofi’s but much deeper, and a very thick accent.

“KOFI? KOFI! WHERE ARE YOU MON!” Just then a man with dark ebony skin came tearing into the lobby.

“POPS! I’m here!” As soon as Kofi’s father laid eyes in him he ran to him and grabbed him up into a full embrace. Then his father held his head in both ands and looked him in the face.

“Don’t ever run off like that again! You scared me so bad.” His voice was stern but their was relief and love in teary dark eyes.

”I won’t pops, I won’t. Promise.” Kofi turned band pointed in Zephyr’s direction. “Mr. Zephyr helped me. He helped me look for you. He’s from America.” Kofi looked at Zephyr a grateful look in his eyes. He stood up with Kofi in his arms and walked up to shake Zephyr’s hand.

”Thank you young man. For making sure my son was safe.” Zephyr blushed slightly. “You’re welcome. Kofi is a good kid. I was honoured to help him.” Just then Zephyr heard his mother’s voice.

“There you are!” Said Ica walking up to join where they were standing. Following her were Claude and Maribel. “What’s going on?”

”Is this your son? Asked Kofi’s father immediately.
”Heah, he’s mine.” Said Ica playful fondness in her voice.

”My name is Antonie and your son helped my son Kofi out.” Ica looked at Zephyr surprised and proud all at the same time.

“You did, did you now?”
“He did.” Said Kofi beaming.
“I knew there was something good about that lad.” Said Maribel nudging Claude in the side.
“Oh I know.” Claude walked up and ruffled his son’s hair and squee him. And Ica squeezed him tight.

”Mum, dad!” Stop.” Zephyr tried to wrestle out of his parents grasp but they squeezed him tighter. Maribel could help but laugh and so did Kofi.

”Your mama and pops sure do love you.” Said Kofi still giggling.

“Yeah and they really embarrass me sometimes.” Said Zephyr as Claude and Ica finally let go of him. But there was a hint of affection in his voice.

“Will you miss them too? Even if they embarrass you?” Claude and Ica looked at each other, questioning looks on their faces. Zephyr looked over at his parents and smiled.

“Yeah…I will. Even though they embarrass me.”

“Alright Kofi, how about you and I get ready to go out and have some fun. How does that sound son?” The six year old boys lit up.

“YEAH POPS! Let’s go!” Kofi ran up to Zephyr and threw his arms around him. “Thank you Mr. Zephyr for helping me find my pops. I know you’ll be great at your new job because you already helped me!” With that Kofi and his father disappeared down the hallway hand in hand.

***

It was a little after 9 a.m. and the Frollo were downstairs ready to leave the hotel. They would be attending the meeting that would soon be Zephyr’s new congregation. Today his parents would be leaving Ireland and heading back to Oregon in the states, leaving Zephyr to expand his ministry.

”Well well,” said Maribel, smiling at both Claude and Ica. “Looks like we’re here once again saying goodbye. But this time we’re all old an decrepit. Well except your lad here.” She gave a little chuckle.

”Maribel, remember OLS!” Piped Ica.
”No worries luv, I’m just messing with you.” Ica laughed.
”Okay, thought you were but just double checking.”

“Alright you lot. Come give ole Maribel hug.” She said holding out her arms. Ica, Claude, and Zephyr each gave the spunky hotel clerk a hug.

”Maribel, I know you’ll be retiring, but could you make sure you keep an eye on my baby?”

“Aye, you don’t have to ask me twice.” She said winking. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to him. Anyway I best be getting back to my post. I’m not retired yet.” They all laughed. “Good luck Zephyr, in your ministry. And you two have a safe trip back.”

“We will.” Said Ica sunnily. All three hugged one last time and turned to head out the door. Once again, like all those years ago turned and gave Maribel one big last wave and she waved back. Then Ica turned and followed the rest of her family out the door.

When they were all in the car, Zephyr punched in the address into the GPS. He will now be joining the Bray, French congregation. Once he handed the phone it back to Ica, the nerves in his body slightly began to prickle. I’ll be okay. He thought to himself. This is like starting a new adventure. When they pulled into the car park of the Kingdom Hall, Ica immediately sat up straight and put both hands on either sides of her face.

”I just remembered! The whole meetings going to be in French!”
“Um…mum this is a French congregation. What did you think?” Zephyr couldn’t help but laugh.

”Yes mon amour, this was the whole point of attending this meeting.” Now both of them were laughing at her.

”Very funny.” Said Ica crossing her arms.
”Aw mum, don’t worry. I’m sure a lot of the brothers speak English too.”

As the Frollos headed into the Kingdom Hall, it was already a buzz with activity. “I guess we should go find our seats.” Said Zephyr looking around. Meanwhile Ica’s head was spinning at hearing everyone speaking in French, catching the occasional word that she actually understood. “Wee.” After finding their seats, there were five minutes before the meeting would begin. There was a brother with olive skin maybe about in his 40s, who spotted them. His auburn bangs, were spiked up with gel while the rest of his hair swooped to the left. His light brown eyes shone as he smiled and made his way over to them.

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Skandar Sequerra. Vous êtes en visite, les gars?” He said holding out his hand.
(Hi, I’m Skandar. Are you guys visiting?)

The tiny beauty mark near his left eye moved as he smiled with his eyes. Zephyr reached out to grab his hand and shook it.

“Oui ! Je m'appelle Zephyr et techniquement oui, nous sommes en visite... mais quand mes parents rentreront à la maison, je resterai.” He said chuckling.

(Yes! My names is Zephyr and technically yes we’re visiting…but when my parents go back home I’ll be staying.)

“Zephyr ! Tu vas être mon colocat ! Vous devez être l'un des transferts ! Je me suis porté volontaire pour partager mon appartement. Je suis célibataire et je vis seul, alors je me suis demandé pourquoi pas!”

(Zephyr! You’re going to be my roomate! You must be one of the transfers! I volunteered to share my flat. I’m single and live alone so I thought why not.)

“Oh cool ! Oh au fait, c'est ma mère et mon père. Ils ont insisté pour qu'ils venaient avec moi pour s'assurer que je m'installais bien, même si je leur ai dit que j'allais bien. Parfois, ils sont un peu trop protecteurs.” Zephyr threw his parents a teasing look. Skandar laughed as Claude through his arm around his son and hugged him.

(Oh cool! Oh by the way, this is my mum and dad. They insisted they came with me to make sure I got settled okay, even though I told them I’d be fine. Sometimes they are a little over protective.)

“Eh bien, j'aime mon petit garçon. Je dois m'assurer qu'il est en sécurité. D'autant plus que je ne le verrai pas avant un certain temps.”

(Well I love my baby boy. I have to make sure he’s safe. Especially since I won’t see him for a while.)

“Tu vois ce que je veux dire.” Said Zephyr, still in his father’s grip.
(See what I mean)

As the Zephyr, Claude, and Skandar conversed, Ica sat there feeling like a needle in the haystack. Zephyr suddenly realizing how his mum must be feeling, switch back to English. “Oh! Mum, I’m sorry.” He said looking over at her apologetically. Then looking back at Skandar, asking if he spoke English. Zephyr was thankful when he nodded his head yes.

”Don’t worry, I do.” He said with a chuckle. I’m originally from France, but learned how to speak English, when I moved to the states with my parents. I lived in New York for 10 years. When I was about 30, I moved here to Ireland. My parents still live in New York with my older sister.

“Why’d you move?” Asked Zephyr tilting his head. Curiosity getting the better of him. Skandar looked thoughtful for a moment.

”I guess I wanted a change of scenery. So what I did is write a bunch of different places all over the world on slips of paper and threw them in a hat. I mixed them up and picked one. Whichever one I picked would be where I would go. And guess I got Ireland.” He explained grinning. Zephyr couldn’t help admire him.

”That’s totally awesome!” Said Zephyr bouncing in his seat.

“Yeap.” Said Skandar nodding. Guess it was Jehovah’s direct because now I can help out with this new congregation, being from France and all. What about you?” Asked Skandar.

”Well I live…lived I guess I could say now, in the US. In Aurora Oregon. I grew up there and my mum…but my dad grew up in France, like you. So he taught me French.” Said Zephyr looking back at his father, who beamed.

“Well isn’t that something. Our folks might have run into each other and not even known. You’re probably about the same age as them.” Said Skandar, studying Claude. “Which congregation did you go to?” Suddenly Claude felt nervous briefly thinking of his past but quickly pushed it away.

“Oh, well I didn’t grow up in the truth. I didn’t start studying till I moved to America. Me and my wife kind of studied together.” Explained Claude shyly. When he looked up at Skandar, he saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

“Well, I’m glad because, now I get to enjoy this experience with your son, who you and your wife raised in the truth. He seems like a good kid.”

”I like him.” Piped Ica. “I know he’ll take good care of our little boy. I can already tell. Just make sure you keep him in line. He gets a little rambunctious sometimes.” Zephyr threw his mum a look.

“Well, he’s your son mon amour.” Said Claude smugly. Just like you. Adventurous and a little crazy.” Zephyr rolled his bright green eyes. Skandar laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s not that bad.” Skandar ruffled Zephyr’s brown wavy hair. Claude watched, a stab of sadness pricking his heart. He was the one usually ruffling his son’s hair, ever since he was little. Now he wouldn’t be able to do that. Ica nudged him and whispered in his ear.

“Don’t get jealous Claudie bears. You are always going to be his dad, and he will always be your baby boy. I mean he might adopt a dad #2 while he’s here, but hey, I have a mum #2 and she loves me just as much as much as mum #1. So if he does get a dad #2, promise me you’ll share him?” Claude lightly bumped his head to hers.

“I promise. And I’m not jealous, I’m just going to miss him is all.” All Ica did was smirk at him. Just then a brother with black slick back hair steps on the platform.

“Bienvenue aux amis ! J'adore entendre vos bavardages heureux, mais la réunion est sur le point de commencer !”

(Welcome friends! I love hearing all the happy chatter but if you’d find your seats the meeting is about to begin.)

As the brother gave his talk, Ica sat there clueless as to what was being said, despite the litter bit Claude and Zephyr managed to quietly translate. However she couldn’t help but be grateful that her son would be able to have this opportunity. After the brother’s talk came the Watchtower. While Claude, Zephyr, and most likely the rest of the congregation has theirs in French Ica sat with her iPad, English words making her feel like the odd man out. As many brothers and sisters were called on and gave comment, Ica eagerly wanted to make a comment, despite the fact that she didn’t speak French. She nudged Zephyr. He looked at her, curiosity on his freckled face.

”I want to make a comment.” She whispered.
”Um, okay, just raise your hand. I’m sure he’ll call on you.”
”I mean I want to make one in French.” Zephyr gave her mum a genuine smile.

”Which one?” Claude threw his son and wife a look, trying to get them to stop whispering. They flat out ignored him. Ica pointed to paragraph 9. The question read. ‘How do we know Jehovah wants the best for us?’ “Okay…do you know what you want to say?” Ica nodded. Whispering the answer to him in English. Zephyr nodded. Not long they were on to paragraph 9. As soon as the brother finished reading, the question was asked.

”Comment savons-nous que Jéhovah veut le meilleur pour nous?”
(How do we know Jehovah wants the best for us?)

Ica timidly put her hand up. Claude looked over a tad surprised as the brother smiled and pointed to her.

“Cette sœur ici. Veuillez nous indiquer votre nom.” Ica glanced at her son.
(This sister right here. Please tell us your name.)

“Go ahead mum, just tell him your name.” He said quietly. Then I’ll tell you what to say. Do your best.” Ica nodded.

”Sister Frollo.” She managed to squeak out. Then Zephyr whispered her answer to her in French so she could repeat it.

“Er Jéhovah nous a créés, nous sommes ses enfants. Tous les parents veulent le meilleur pour leur enfant. Il nous traite comme notre propre personne, soyons nous-mêmes. Mais quand nous lui obéissant, cela montre que nous le laissons nous guider, ce qui est le meilleur mode de gland.

(Jehovah created us, we are his children. All parents want the best for their child. He treats us as our own person, let's be ourselves. But when we obey him, it shows that we let him guide us, which is the best way of acorn.)

The audience began to chuckle and so did Zephyr. “No mum. Vie. You said Acorn.” Zephyr chucked again. Ica turned as red as her brown skin would let her. She quickly corrected her error.

”Er vie, vie!” The Watchtower conductor gave her a sincere smile.

“Merci, sœur Frollo.”
(Thank you, sister Frollo.)

Ica nodded, smiling but at the same time trying to shake off the last bit of her embarrassment. Claude grabbed her hand and gently stroked it. “Good job mon amour.” He whispered. Then she saw Skandar giving her an encouraging thumbs up. She grinned, feeling better about her answer.

When the meeting came to a close, a couple more brothers and sisters came up to introduce themselves to the Frollos. A particular sister with pure white hair and round glasses came up and gave Ica a giant hug catching her off guard, but Ica hugged her back enthusiastically. When she let go, speaking so quickly in French that Ica’s head began to spin. Oh no…she thinks I speak French. She thought to herself. Thankfully Skandar came to her rescue.

“Adrienne, elle ne parle pas français. Elle parle anglais.”
(Adrienne, she doesn’t speak French. She speaks English)

Skander chuckled, as Adrienne blue eyes widened, making the wrinkles on her forehead more prominent than they already were. Then she laughed.

“Désolé ma chérie.”
(Sorry my dear)

“This is Adrienne, she doesn’t speak English. So I will translate for you.” Said Skandar winking.

“Thank you.” Ica sighed a breath of relief. Could you tell that it’s nice to meet her and that I’m visiting from America. Oh and that I love her hugs. It reminds me of a sister’s hugs back home. Oh and my son and husband do speak French fluently, but I’m the odd man out.” Skandar rattled off what Ica had said.

”C'est Ica, elle est en visite depuis l'Amérique. Elle dit que c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. Et que vos câlins lui rappellent une sœur qu'elle connaît à la maison. Son mari et son fils parlent couramment le français... c'est l'homme bizarre.” Adrienne smiled and gave Ica another hug before hobbling off, cane in hand.

“I like her.” Said Ica.
”Wee, she is quite a character.”

After the Frollos left the meeting the followed Skandar to his flat. He has generously opened up his home, and offered to have Zephyr as his roommate. When the pulled into the driveway, Skandar hopped out of his car to help Zephyr with his things. “It’s not the biggest flat in the neighborhood but it’s very cozy.” As he began taking the suitcase up the stairs. Follow me Zeph, I’ll show you to your room. The Frollos followed him upstairs and down the hall until they entered a simple room with a bed, chest, and nightstand. On the walls were pictures of various wild cats and a small telescope in the corner.

”You can take the posters down if you’d like an-

Skandar was cut off as Zephyr ran up to him and threw his arms around him. “Thank you.” Said Zephyr, his voice high, making him sound like his 5 year old self. His parents looked at each other then back at Zephyr arms still wrapped around Skandar’s neck. “Thank you for sharing your home with me.” Zephyr looked up at his new friend, green eyes shimmering with tears. Skandar gently pushed Zephyr back gripping his shoulders and scanned his face. Then a smile graced his lips.

”You’re very welcome.” He said gently. Claude leaned over and whispered in his wife’s ear.
“A cry baby, just like his maman.”
“I heard that papá.” Said Zephyr wiling his eyes.
”You’re my cry baby though.” Zephyr just shook his head but he was smiling.

Description
Zephyr Frollo is now 20 years old. He always talked about expanding his ministry even at a young age. When there was an announcement at the meeting stating that there was a French congregation forming in Dublin, Ireland, Zephyr felt that Jehovah had answered his prayers and given him the perfect opportunity. His father, Claude Frollo, originally from Paris, France, taught him to speak the language as soon as he was born. As a result he his bilingual, fluent in English and French. For the past 6 months, he has been living with his best friend Maverick.

Maverick has also reached out for a special privilege. He has decided to go to Ramapo, New York. The newest facility that has just been finished. He will now be living there as part of the Bethel family. Today, Claude and Ica will be accompanying their son to Ireland, to see him off and get him settled to enjoy his new life serving where the need is greater.

“Claude! Are you ready?” Called Ica from the bottom of the stairs. We are supposed to meet Zephyr at 10:00 at the airport. I don’t want to be late.”

“I’ll be right down mon amour.” He called back. Not long after, Claude is downstairs kissing his wife on the forehead. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He said, smiling.

As the Frollos drive to the airport, Ica notices Claude deep in thought. “Claude? What are you thinking about?”

”Hmm? Oh.” He said turning to look at her. “I can’t believe that our little boy is all grown up. I mean, it seemed like just yesterday you were holding this little tiny baby in your arms. Now he’s off to Ireland.” Explained Claude, a hint of sadness in his voice. Ica saw a few tears forming in Claude’s dark gray eyes, even though she saw he was trying to push them back.

“I know what you mean. But I am so proud of him. So even though I’m sad as in I am going to miss him, I am happy that he is choosing to serve Jehovah with all he has.” Ica felt tears welling up in her own eyes. I’m not crying. Not yet at least. She thought, willing her tears away. Claude smiled at her.

”You are right, my beautiful wife.” Not to mention, he will be in Ireland, where we had our honeymoon.” Said Claude remembering the blissful time he had with his wife.

“Plus, it was smart of you to teach him French. If you hadn’t he might not have had the chance to take advantage of this privilege. Guess it’s a good thing I married a French man. A very handsome French man at that.” She threw him a teasing look. Claude blushed slightly.

“Well I’m flattered, but I’m still amazed you found me handsome. Seeing as I wasn’t the youngest guy. And the fact that you still see me as handsome at 84.”

”Oh you!” Said Ica. “You will always be handsome to me. You are very elegant. And I do have a thing for elegant men. Besides you probably be even more handsome in the new system. And you will have even more hair for me to run my fingers through.” She gave him a wink. Claude couldn’t help but feel a burst of emotion for his wife.

”I love you Ica Frollo.”
”I love you more Claude Frollo.”

When the Frollos arrive at the airport, they scan the crowd for their son and his best friend. “Maverick was dropping him off right?” Asked Ica, still searching sea of people.

”Wee, I believe so.” Just then they hear their son’s voice, accompanied by his waving arm.

“Mum! Papa! Over here!” Big smiles appear on his parents face. Ica begins to run, but Claude quickly grabs her hand.

”I am beginning to have a bout of deja vu.” Claude said. He had a wry grin on his face. “You are 50 years old. I would think you would be more mature by now.” Ica looks over her shoulder at him and grins back.

”I guess some things never change.” Though Ica didn’t run, she briskly made her way to where Zephyr was waiting, practically dragging her husband along. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him. He was now taller than her, but he was still petite for a guy. Claude also threw his arm around him. They held him for a good 30 seconds before letting go. Zephyr laughed, muffled by the bodies of his parents.

”I’m happy to see you guys too.” He said after they released him.
”Well ain’t this a happy reunion.” Teased Maverick. Ica gave Maverick a big hug too.
”Oh come on, you’re going to miss him too.” Ica poked him in his chest.
”Okay okay, I will miss him a little.” Laughed Maverick.

”So, how long do we have before we have to board the plane asked Claude?” Zephyr’s looked up at the time monitor where his flight was listed. We have about an hour. We can go to the food court and have lunch if you want to.” Suggest Zephyr.

”Now that sounds like a plan never pass up food.” Said Maverick rubbing his hands together.
”Yes we know.” Said Zephyr, playfully shoving his friend.

After having a bite to eat it was finally time to board their flight. When they walked up to the gate, carryon bags in hand. Maverick looked at his best friend with a sad smile, his gold eyes glittering. Then abruptly threw his arms around him, squeezing him hard. Zephyr felt his hot tears land on the back of his shirt and soak through to his skin. Zephyr I turn hugged him back just as tightly, also letting tears fall from his green eyes and down his freckles cheeks. Pulling out of the embrace Maverick searched Zephyr’s face.

”Okay dude, make sure that you don’t forget me. And if you make new friends that’s cool. But remember your best friend is back here in the states. And text, or call, or FaceTime me at least once a month. I know a week might be asking too much. I know you are going to be busy.” Zephyr threw his arm around his friend.

”Mav, you know you will always be my ride or die. And besides, you’re going to be busy too! You are going to Ramapo the end of next month. You will probably be even more busy than I am!” Maverick laughed.

“Good point.” There was a last call for boarding for the Frollos flight. Maverick stepped back and watched them board the plane.

“Tell uncle Liam that I’ll be okay. And of course I will call him and send him pictures.” Said Zephyr looking back over his shoulder.

”You got it! Bye Zeph.”
”Bye Mav!” He said. Then murmured just to himself, “Do your best for Jehovah.”

***

On the plane, the flight attendant went up and down the aisle making sure everyone was taken care of and had what they needed. A woman with tan skin and wavy black hair sopped at their row and gave them a grand smile. “Hola, my name is Rosa. Is everything alright over here for you all.”

“Yes, we are great. Thank you for checking.” Said Ica cheerfully.

“Perfect.” If you need anything at all, don’t be afraid to call.” Ica nodded and the flight attendant made her way to the next row.

”Hey, Zephie bears.” Began Ica. ”You know your father and I made this flight before. On our honeymoon. He was terrified.” She gave a slight laughed. “He had to hold my hand.”

“Yes, I know mum, you’ve told me many times.” Chuckled Zephyr. “But I don’t (mind that you told me again. So is it beautiful there? Like i imagined it would be? I looked at pictures to get an idea but I always think seeing the real thing makes it that much more cool.”

”You’re right son.” Piped Claude. The pictures don’t do it just. It’s absolutely amazing. You know, Il y a eu de nombreuses fois où j'ai dû retenir ta mère. Elle était comme un petit enfant dans un magasin de bonbons. Elle m'a traîné partout dans ses aventures. Mais cela faisait partie de son charme. Elle m'a fait enrouler autour de son doigt.” Zephyr laughed.

(There were many times when I had to scold your mother. She was like a little child in a candy store. She dragged me everywhere in her adventures. But it was part of her charm. She made me wrap around her finger)

”Ça ressemble à maman.” He replied, throwing his mother a cheeky grin.
(That sounds like mum)

“Alright, what are you two saying about me?” Demanded Ica, one eye brow raised.
”That’s between me and dad.” Said Zephyr looking smug.
”Wee, what he said.” Agreed Claude. Ica sighed.
”What am I going to do with you two.” But she was smiling.

Once they landed, they needed to rent a car. “Zephie, did the brothers give you a specific spot to get your rental car?” Asked Ica. Zephyr pulled out his phone and scrolled through his text.

”Yeah, so brother Copper said that I needed to go to Take A Car Rental place. He’s already has it rented out to me. I just have to pick it up. But…I’m not old enough to drive it.” Zephyr looked thoughtful. “Let me call him.” He dialled up brother Copper’s number. Claude listed to Zephyr’s conversation. After he hung up, they looked at him waiting for the plan. “He put it under dad’s name.” He said grinning. “I thinks you more than old enough to rent a car papá.” He ruffled his son’s hair.

”Come on you.”

When the got to Take A Car, Claude when to speak to the woman at the service desk. “Zephie, I probably told you this story too, but when me and dad went to rent a car, they denied me, because they thought I was under age. I was 31. Then they told me i would have to put it under my grandfather’s name.” Ica began to laugh.

”Umm under your grandfath…wait! No they thought dad was your grandfather?!” Cried Zephyr. The he began to laugh. “I wish I could have seen their faces!”

“Oh, let me tell you. It was pretty funny.” Said Ica.
”And mum?”
“Yes Zeph?”
”You never told me that story. I throughly enjoyed that one.”

Not long Claude and the rental man came walking toward them. “So we have a car, he will just give us the ins and outs.” After the rental employee had explained everything, the Frollos got in and headed to the hotel. As they drove, Zephyr heard a loud growl.

“Um, are you hungry papá? I can hear your stomach protesting.” Said Zephyr chuckling.
“I guess I’m a little hungry.” Said Claude bashfully, holding his stomach.
“Let’s stop and get you a snack.” Zephyr suggested.
”Oh no, I’ll be fine son.” His stomach growled again.
”I don’t think your stomach is.” Piped Ica. “We’re stopping.”
”Yes mademoiselle.” Said Claude drowned dramatically.

Ica pulled up to a local bakery and Zephyr volunteered to go in and grab something for his father. When he came back out he got back in the car and handed him a paper bag grinning.

“What is it?” Claude asked tilting his head.
“Reach in and see.” Claude reached in and pulled at a large crispy, buttery crescent.

After grabbing a snack for Claude, they were finally off to the hotel. “Zephyr son, what hotel were you assigned to?” Asked Claude glancing in the rear view mirror. Once again Zephyr takes a look at his phone.

”We need to go to Camelot hotel. Here, I’ll put the address in your phone.” Zephyr punched the address in his father’s phone then handed it back to him.

“Okay, off we go.” When they get to the hotel, Ica’s eyes go wide as they pull into the car park.
“Claude,” she said quietly. This is the same hotel we stayed at for our-
“Homeymoon,” he finished for her. “I noticed too. Isn’t that ironic.”

After Zephyr and Claude grabbed the bags from the trunk, the headed for the entrance. As soon as they stepped inside, Ica looked around smiling. “It’s just as I remembered it.”

“Woah.” Zephyr breathed. “This place is totally awesome.” Claude put his arm around his son.
”Me and your mother made some really great memories here.”

Just then Ica dropped her backpack, making Claude and Zephyr turn and look at her. “Mirabel.” Said Ica quietly.

“Mum what’s wrong?” Asked Zephyr looking at her confused.
”Mirabel!” She said a little louder this time. Then she spun around and looked at her husband.

”Claude, I wonder of Mirabel still works here!” Said Ica scanning the lobby.
”Papá, who’s Mirabel?” Asked Zephyr, once again looking confused.

”She was a clerk that worked here, when we were here on our honeymoon. Your maman took a liking to her. She was very kind and made us feel at home during our stay.”

”Oh…” said Zephyr, watching his mum grow more excited. When Ica’s eye fell on the receptionist counter where Mirabel used to check visitors in and out she rushed over and firmly planted her hands down on the desk and leaned forward so she was face to face with man who stood there.

”Um…can I help you?” He said, with a bewildered and skeptical look on his face. Ica waste no time.

”Yes, there was a woman who used to work here years ago…her name was Mirabel. Does she still work here?” She asked hurriedly. Pretty soon her husband and son were at her side. Claude gently grabbed her arm signalling to calm.

”Ica,” said Claude. “Please relax.”

“I’m sorry, my wife really liked the receptionist that worked here. Like she said, it has been years so she might have moved on or left. Do you happen to know of her?”

”Um..I don’t think so.” Ica’s heart sank. “But I’m new so I don’t know everyone who works here. This is my first time working the lobby.” Zephyr never saw his mother so disappointed in his life. Claude turned to look at Ica.

”I’m sorry mon amour.” Said Claude tickling a piece of hair behind her ear.
”Yeah, me too mum.” Added Zephyr. “Are you going to be okay?” She gave a small smile.
”Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m sorry for getting a little wild there.” She said apologetically.
”It’s alright. Come, let’s go to our room.” Said Claude, placing a hand on her back.
”Says are room is on the lower level.” Said Zephyr.

“Oh, our room was on the top level, but…Claude, was there a lower level when we were here?” Asked Ica. Claude shook his head.
“I don’t think so. It was only upper and main levels.”

“Well in that case, tally ho! I can’t wait to see the new lower level.” Ica didn’t run but she didn’t exactly walk either. Laughing Zephyr followed after her.

”Mum wait for me!”
“Guys wait! Slow..down.” He sighed. Somethings never change. He thought inwardly.

When he caught up to his family, he saw them looking around at everything, pure joy and awe on their faces. Well at least Ica isn’t so bummed anymore.” He thought, thinking of his wife’s crestfallen face after finding Mirabel wasn’t there.

”Zephyr! Look at this!” Cried Ica, gesturing for her son to join her. “This is post mortem photography. It is when they take a photograph but usually someone is dead in the picture. This has always fascinated me.” Zephyr watched his mother as her hazel eyes lit up.

“Um mum, sometimes I worry about you.” Said Zephyr laughing.
“Oh is that so?” Ica playfully pushed her son. “Now you sound like your dad.”

”Well he is my boy.” Said Claude walking up behind them. “Come you two, let’s find our room before you both get us kicked out.” Said Claude humorously.

”Mum started it!” Said Zephyr.
”Oh no I didn’t! You did!” Both of them started laughing.

“Sometimes I think I think I have two three year olds instead of a 20 year old son and a 51 year old wife.” Said Claude shaking his head. But he had an affectionate smile. As they walked down the hall they entered the lower lobby. When they last the receptionist desk something caught Ica’s eyes. She halted immediately and grabbed her husband’s hand.

”Claude,” she whispered. “Look.” Ica pointed to the desk. “Do you see that?” Claude turned his gaze to the desk. There sitting there was the figuring that they had bought for Mirabel all those years ago. It was glimmered in the lighting of the room.

”Then that means…Claude began.
”What are you guys staring at?” Asked Zephyr tilting his head.

”That figurine. Your dad and I gave that for Mirabel, before we left. It was a gift we bought her, for being so kind and welcoming to us. But if it’s here then…she’s still here!” Come let’s put our stuff down and then…” Ica dropped her bag and it hit the floor with a soft thump. Walking toward them was a woman red-ish hair streaked with gold, though she could see that her roots were gray. Her head was down, as she scanned over some papers.

“Mirabel?” Said Ica, almost to herself. As she got closer she could see that it was indeed the kind receptionist that touched her and Claude’s heart almost 20 years ago. “Mirabel!” She cried running towards her. Mirabel’s head snapped up just as Ica threw her arms around her, hugging her tight. The papers she was holding crushed and wrinkled in the midst of the embrace.

Somewhat stunned, Mirabel slowly pulled out of the embrace and peered down at the over zealous 51 year old woman that had just hugged her. Ica peered back up at her. She could see that Mirabel had aged, with her pronounced laugh lines and the soft crinkles in the corners of her pale brown eyes. However she still had the pleasant expression that Ica would see every time she asked about the adventures they enjoyed back during their honeymoon.

There was a spark of recognition on the Irish woman’s fair skinned face. “No…can it be?” She said softly as if contemplating that it was really Ica. Then a big toothy grin spread across Ica’s face.

”Yeah, it’s me.” She said, still grinning. Maribel took Ica’s face and looked her over one more time just to affirm though she clearly knew that it was her.

”It is you!” She pulled Ica in for another hug. When she let go she stood back with her hands on her hips. “Alright let me look at ya. Blimey, you haven’t changed at all.”

”Oh I beg to differ. I’m 51 now!” Exclaimed Ica giggling.

“Aye, but you don’t look a day over 40 if that. So how’s…Maribel paused, as if deciding whether she wanted to ask te question or not. “How’s Claude?” Ica gave a sly smile.

”Well, why don’t you ask him yourself.” Maribel peered over Ica’s shoulder to see Claude waving at her.

“Don’t just stand there old man. Come give me a hug!” Claude made his way over, Zephyr behind him. When he reached her she gave him a big hug. When she let go of he gave her a cheeky smile.

”You didn’t think I kicked the bucket did you?” He said all in good fun. Maribel looked down a little embarrassed.

”Alright the thought might have briefly crossed my mind.” She chuckled. “But I have to say you look good for…say how old are you know mate?”

”I’m 87. But my wife says I’m a “young” 87. I don’t have OMS.”
“Eh? What in the world’s that?” Asked Maribel perplexed. Ica jumped in to explain.

“Basically it is when you moan about how old you are and how your body doesn’t work like it should, stuff like that.” Maribel put her knuckle to her chin.

”I see. Well, I’m 64 now and retiring at the end of the year, but I have no intentions of slowing down. Guess that means I don’t have OMS.” Ica laughed.

”For women, it is called OLS. Old lady syndrome.”

“Well yeah, either or I’m not getting any kind of old syndrome.” They all laughed. Then Maribel took a look at Zephyr, who was standing next to his father, quietly taking in the reunion. Maribel took one look at him and smiled. “This must be your lad.” Both his parents put their arms around him squishing him. He rolled his eyes, but let himself be squeezed.

”How’d you tell? Said Claude, a bit sarcastically. Maribel walked up to Zephyr, who stood still as she leaned close to his face.

”Well it’s easy. He looks just like you, especially his facial expressions. But he has his ma’s nose and thick hair.” She said nonchalantly.

“Don’t forget his little freckles.” Said Ica bopping her son’s nose with her finger. Zephyr playfully batted her hand away.

“So laddie, what might yer name be?” Asked Maribel.

“My name’s Zephyr. Nice to meet you!” Maribel reached out and hugged him. Instinctively Zephyr hugged her back. “My mum really likes you. She went crazy downstairs looking for you. Then she got so disappointed when she couldn’t find you.” Ica looked down a little embarrassed.

“Is that right?” Said Maribel throwing Ica a teasing glance. “Well that wouldn’t be the first time.” Claude stifled some laughter but Ica shoved him playfully. “So what are you about 16?” Zephyr gave a huff of a laugh.

“No, I’m actually 20.”

”My, you look like a baby. You sure do have your mother’s genes. So anyway what brings you lot back over to Irel-

Just then a thick Irish accented voice comes through the intercom. “Maribel to the upper service desk. Maribel, to the upper service deck.” Dearie me, I must remind myself I am still on the clock. Tell you what. I have a break in two hours. Let’s meet at Alagasia, and you can fill me in.”

”Oh! That place is still there?” Said Ica surprised.

“You bet yer. But let me take off. I have to go make more copies of these papers.” Ica saw Claude looking at her with one eyebrow raised, then her eyes drifted to the crumpled papers in Maribel’s hands. And cringed slightly.

”Um…yeah sorry about that.” Maribel laughed. “Guess she is still your crazy girl eh Claude?”
”That she is.” He said, nuzzling her. Ica nuzzled him back and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“If you hadn’t of noticed Mirabel.” Said Zephyr. “My mum annd papá are very mushy.” Mirabel gave Zephyr a warm smile and put her hand on his shoulder, looking into his green eyes.

”Well laddie.” There was a wistful tone to her voice. Just means you are blessed with a good set of parents. Hang onto them as long as you can.” She said, thinking of her own parents.

***

As the Frollos got their hotel room, Zephyr dropped his bags and grinned at the two glorious beds in front of him. He ran and jumped on the one closest to the window, landing on his back. “These beds are awesome!”

“I know right!” Cried Ica as she did the same as her son, running and landing on the bed.

”Dad come try!” Zephyr sat up encouraging his father to join in their antics.” Claude laughed out loud and shook his head.

“You forget that I don’t have nearly as much energy as you and your mum. And remember, I’m not necessarily a young man.”

“Oh papá, you get around just fine for your age.” Said Zephyr smirking.

”Yeah Claude, don’t hide behind your age…old man.” Agreed Ica laughing. Once again Claude just shook his head.

“I guess you two do keep me young.” He went over to join his family on the bed. “These are just as comfortable as I remember. And,” said Claude lowering his voice as leaned close to his wife’s ear. “Where you and I enjoyed our first ti-

Just then Zephyr’s hands shot up to his ears, covering them like a kid. “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Ica and Claude began giggling.

“Well, you know mon amour.” Said Claude as he kissed her on the cheek. Zephyr thought back to what Maribel had told him. Just means your blessed with a good set of parents. He smiled at his mother and father as they shared in what he called “mushy” moments and thanked Jehovah to have parents that truly loved each other and truly loved him.

***

When it came time to meet Maribel, Ica was so elated that she skipped down the side walk as they headed to Lottie’s Pub and Grill. Zephyr and Claude hung back as they watched her amused. “Papá, maman sure does love Maribel.

”Oh yes that does.” Said Claude watching his wife with a fond smile. “You know son, your mum has this knack for-

“For making friends with everyone everywhere she goes, and cherishes even the littlest details about them, and the fact that she can see the good in everyone?” Claude smiled over at his son and ruffled his brown wavy hair.

“Yeah, that.”

When they arrived at the restaurant, they spotted Maribel waiting outside, waving to them. Her brown streaked red hair shining in the sun light. Right away, Ica threw her arms around her, making Maribel laugh out loud. As the waitor led them to their table on the patio and placed the menus in front of them, the atmosphere was was care free and inviting. He took everyone’s orders and wished away to the next table. As Maribel and Ica sipped their lemonade, the noticed Claude and Zephyr conversing in French.

“Papa, pouvons-nous aller voir le site aujourd'hui ?” Asked Zephyr
(Dad, can we go sight seeing?”)

“Je pense que cela pourrait être arrangé. Mon fils aventureux.” He poked Zephyr in the belly, but he batted it away.(That can be arranged, my adventurous son.)

“Papa ! Arrête, je ne suis plus un bébé, ne me pique pas dans le ventre!” He said trying not to laugh.
(Dad! Stop! I’m not a baby any more! Don’t poke me in my belly!)

“Mais tu seras toujours mon bébé.” Said Claude affectionately.
(But, you’ll always be my baby.)

Maribel watched them with quiet amusement. “Eh? Do they always do that?” She asked, turning to Ica. Ica chuckled.

”Oh yes they do. Especially when they don’t want me to know what they’re talking about.”
”Interesting.” Said Maribel putting her knuckle to her chin.

Pretty soon a dark haired server is walking their way, trays in hand. As he sets them down, they thank him and tuck into their meal. “So,” said Maribel taking a bite of her potato, what brings you two back here? Are you fancying be permanent residents down here?” She elbowed Ica in the side.” She chuckled.

“Well…something like that. You see, Zephie bears will be living here for a while.” Maribel raised her auburn eyebrows and looked at Zephyr. “Eh? All by yourself laddie? Ireland is quite far from America. Zephyr nodded shyly.

“You see,” started Zephyr, I am expanding my ministry.” Maribel titled her head.
”Your ministry?”

”Yup.” Piped Ica as she beamed at her 20 year old son. “Here I’ll give you a hit.” Ica knocked on the table. Maribel just blinked at her. “Okay another hint.” This time Claude assisted. Ica knocked on the table and Claude opened an imaginary door. Then Maribel’s face sparked with realisation.

”Oh! Are you lot Jehovah’s Witnesses?” All three of the Frollos nodded grinning. “Or the door knockers I call them. No offense.” Claude chuckled.

“None taken.”

“So lad, you have to come all the way down here to do that?” Zephyr looked thoughtful for a moment.

”Well I don’t have to, I want to. You see Maribel, I am moving to where the need is greater. That’s when one moves to an area where support in on congregation is needed. There was an announcement in our congregation back in America, stating that there was a need for French speaking brothers and sisters, that’s what we call each other, that are needed here in Ireland.”

”Oh really?” Asked Maribel, now fully into what Zephyr is telling her.

”Mmhmm. There is a new French congregation that was formed down here. As Jehovah’s Witness, we preach in thousands of different languages. That way, everyone has a chance to learn about Jehovah…if they wish to. I figured since I speak French, that I would come and support the new congregation.” Maribel smiled at him and placed a hand on his arm.

”Well now, I think that is very noble of you.” Zephyr looked down bashful. “I guess you have your old man to thank for that. Teaching you his native tongue. Heaven knows your mum here wouldn’t have been any help.” She said smugly. Claude and Zephyr stifled laughter.

”Maribel!” Cried Ica, who lightly shoved her arm. “That wasn’t funny.” Ica crossed her arms and dramatically pouted. On,y producing more laughter for her son and husband.

”Oh come on mon amour, don’t be mad.” Said Claude his voice still tinted with laughter.

“Yeah mum, you still taught me stuff too.” Added Zephyr who’s voice, like his father’s still tinted itch laughter.

”Alright luv, I’m sorry.” Maribel leaned into Ica. “Do you still love me?” Ica couldn’t pout for long and she too was laughing.

”Yeah I do.” She said sunnily.

After Maribel headed back to work, and the Frollos did some sight seeing. They enjoyed watching their son run from one thing to another, his bright green eyes sparkling and a big grin on his face. “He reminds me so much of you.” Said Claude softly. His sense of adventure. I can’t believe tomorrow will be the last time we see him for a while.” Ica heard his voice break. Without a word, she just took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Once again she had to will away her tears. She knew she should let herself cry, but wanted to be strong for her husband.

When the Frollos got back to their hotel room is was late and they had a big day tomorrow. Zephyr would be meeting his roommate to settle into their flat, going to his new congregation’s meeting, then spending the evening with some of the friends from the congregation. Not only that, but he will also be saying goodbye to his parents. Zephyr went straight to bed and fell fast asleep. His mother and father walked over and sat on the bed next to him. Ica ran a her hair through his wavy brown hair, and down his cheek, smiling down fondly at him.

”I still see him as my tiny little baby sometimes.” Said Ica softly so she wouldn’t wake him.
”Me too.” Said Claude, as he placed his hand gingerly on Zephyr’s head.

”I can’t believe we’ll be leaving him here all by him…” Ica paused for a moment trying to push back tears. Claude looked at her, knowing that she was trying to be strong. He reached carefully over Zephyr and grabbed her hand, tugging gently for her to come sit on his lap. Doing as Claude wanted she got up and plopped down on her lap. He wrapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear.

”You don’t have to be brave, crazy girl.” His voice was full of tenderness. “You’re allowed to cry.” That’s all he had to say. Ica wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and weeped, burying her face in his chest, tears soaking through his Night shirt, but he didn’t care he held her a little tighter and rocked back and fourth. The two of them stayed like that until Ica stopped crying. She looked up at Claude and he wiped her eyes.

”Are you okay?” His voice was soft. Ica nodded. “Good. For being a cry baby you sure were holding those tears back for a long time. Ica huffed a soft laugh.

“You could tell?” She said looking Claude curiously. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding it.

”Well, Mon amour. I know you. So you weren’t fooling me.” He booped her nose. She kissed his forehead, then crawled off Claude’s lap and scooted under the covers next to her slumbering son.

“I think I’ll sleep here tonight.” I know he’s 20, and too big to sleep in his parent’s bed, but like I said he’s still my baby. So just for this one night, I’m going to keep him close to me.” Said Ica. Claude
smiled down at her.

“Okay, well I think I’ll join you two.” Claude got in bed and laid down on the other side of his son and reached over him him. P Ica did the same. They interlocked their fingers together, with Zephyr safely tucked between them. After they had drifted off to sleep Zephyr briefly opened one sleepy eye to briefly find both his parents on each side of him. A sleepy smile appeared on his face. You two are so mushy. He mused to himself. “But, I guess I wouldn’t have it any other I love you mum, I love you papá.” He murmured softly. Then he too drifted back off to sleep.

***

The next morning, Zephyr was up early. He carefully in tangled himself from his parents arms and got out of bed. Once he was showered and dressed he crept out of the room leaving his sleeping parents in bed. When he got down to the lobby he grabbed a scone and coffee. Caramel butter, light and sweet. I hope I can do this. He thought to himself. What if I’m not good enough…or I mess up, or get in trouble. No…I won’t think about that. I’ll just pray that I’ll be okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Breaking him from his thoughts a little boy zoomed past Zephyr knocking his coffee, off the table, drenching Zephyr and the floor in the process. The little boy didn’t get too far, as he tripped and fell over his untied shoe laces. There was a thump as he hit the ground followed by him immediate crying. Zephyr looked around waiting for one of parents to come scoop him up to comfort him, but the only people he saw either continued to walk by or stop and look.

Worried that the little boy might be hurt, Zephyr abandoned his spilled coffee and rushed over. He bent down to the crying boy’s level. Tears were falling from his pale eyes and streaming down his dark cheeks and his shoulder length dread locks falling in his face. Immediately Zephyr tried to soothe him.

“Hey,” he said gently. My name’s Zephyr. What’s yours?”
”M-m-my name’s Kofi.” He cried, gasping for breath. He had an Island accent.
”Nice to meet you Kofi. Tell me, are you hurt?” Asked Zephyr looking him up and down.
”N-no.” Kofi finally started to catch his breath.
”How old are you? Is your mum or dad here with you?”

“I’m 6. I lost my pops, I can’t find him.” Zephyr felt a pang of sadness for Kofi. He couldn’t imagine being lost from his parents at his age, in a place as big as this hotel. Zephyr smiled warmly at him and placed a hand gently on his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find your pops.”
”You will?” Tyson’s dark brown eyes widen.”
”Mmhmm.”
”Yay! Thank you Mr. Zephyr!” Zephyr held out his hand and Kofi gladly took it.

“So,” started Zephyr, “are you and your pops on vacation?”

”Yeah! First baca EVER! I live in Barbados. What about you Mr. Zephyr? Are you on vacation too?” Asked Kofi looking up at him.

”Well…kind of. I’m from America, but I’m going to be living here now.” Said Zephyr.
”Really? Why?”

”You see…” Zephyr thought how to phrase his word. “I have a very important job to do over here. I have to help people learn new things. But in order to help them I have to live here, in Ireland.” Explained Zephyr cheerfully.

”Oh…well I guess helping people is important. Will you miss America?” Asked Kofi. A look of brief sadness flashed on Zephyr’s face but he quickly pushed it away.

”Yeah, I will. I’ll miss my friends and my family. A whole lot. But you know something. I know no matter where I am they are always here for me. And I will make new friends.” He smiled down at Kofi as they turned the corner to the next hallway to the main lobby. There was a tall man with a buzz cut and bow tie with his ear pressed to the phone. “I’ll ask this guy to see if he can call your dad down here. I’m sure he is probably looking for you too.”

When the man hung up the phone Zephyr stepped forward still holding Kofi’s hand. “Hi, I was wondering if you can make an announcement…or um..call saying that I have Kofi with me. He lost his dad.

“Sure give me one moment.” As the man began grab the intercom phone a loud, rather frantic voice rand through the lobby. It sounded just like Kofi’s but much deeper, and a very thick accent.

“KOFI? KOFI! WHERE ARE YOU MON!” Just then a man with dark ebony skin came tearing into the lobby.

“POPS! I’m here!” As soon as Kofi’s father laid eyes in him he ran to him and grabbed him up into a full embrace. Then his father held his head in both ands and looked him in the face.

“Don’t ever run off like that again! You scared me so bad.” His voice was stern but their was relief and love in teary dark eyes.

”I won’t pops, I won’t. Promise.” Kofi turned band pointed in Zephyr’s direction. “Mr. Zephyr helped me. He helped me look for you. He’s from America.” Kofi looked at Zephyr a grateful look in his eyes. He stood up with Kofi in his arms and walked up to shake Zephyr’s hand.

”Thank you young man. For making sure my son was safe.” Zephyr blushed slightly. “You’re welcome. Kofi is a good kid. I was honoured to help him.” Just then Zephyr heard his mother’s voice.

“There you are!” Said Ica walking up to join where they were standing. Following her were Claude and Maribel. “What’s going on?”

”Is this your son? Asked Kofi’s father immediately.
”Heah, he’s mine.” Said Ica playful fondness in her voice.

”My name is Antonie and your son helped my son Kofi out.” Ica looked at Zephyr surprised and proud all at the same time.

“You did, did you now?”
“He did.” Said Kofi beaming.
“I knew there was something good about that lad.” Said Maribel nudging Claude in the side.
“Oh I know.” Claude walked up and ruffled his son’s hair and squee him. And Ica squeezed him tight.

”Mum, dad!” Stop.” Zephyr tried to wrestle out of his parents grasp but they squeezed him tighter. Maribel could help but laugh and so did Kofi.

”Your mama and pops sure do love you.” Said Kofi still giggling.

“Yeah and they really embarrass me sometimes.” Said Zephyr as Claude and Ica finally let go of him. But there was a hint of affection in his voice.

“Will you miss them too? Even if they embarrass you?” Claude and Ica looked at each other, questioning looks on their faces. Zephyr looked over at his parents and smiled.

“Yeah…I will. Even though they embarrass me.”

“Alright Kofi, how about you and I get ready to go out and have some fun. How does that sound son?” The six year old boys lit up.

“YEAH POPS! Let’s go!” Kofi ran up to Zephyr and threw his arms around him. “Thank you Mr. Zephyr for helping me find my pops. I know you’ll be great at your new job because you already helped me!” With that Kofi and his father disappeared down the hallway hand in hand.

***

It was a little after 9 a.m. and the Frollo were downstairs ready to leave the hotel. They would be attending the meeting that would soon be Zephyr’s new congregation. Today his parents would be leaving Ireland and heading back to Oregon in the states, leaving Zephyr to expand his ministry.

”Well well,” said Maribel, smiling at both Claude and Ica. “Looks like we’re here once again saying goodbye. But this time we’re all old an decrepit. Well except your lad here.” She gave a little chuckle.

”Maribel, remember OLS!” Piped Ica.
”No worries luv, I’m just messing with you.” Ica laughed.
”Okay, thought you were but just double checking.”

“Alright you lot. Come give ole Maribel hug.” She said holding out her arms. Ica, Claude, and Zephyr each gave the spunky hotel clerk a hug.

”Maribel, I know you’ll be retiring, but could you make sure you keep an eye on my baby?”

“Aye, you don’t have to ask me twice.” She said winking. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to him. Anyway I best be getting back to my post. I’m not retired yet.” They all laughed. “Good luck Zephyr, in your ministry. And you two have a safe trip back.”

“We will.” Said Ica sunnily. All three hugged one last time and turned to head out the door. Once again, like all those years ago turned and gave Maribel one big last wave and she waved back. Then Ica turned and followed the rest of her family out the door.

When they were all in the car, Zephyr punched in the address into the GPS. He will now be joining the Bray, French congregation. Once he handed the phone it back to Ica, the nerves in his body slightly began to prickle. I’ll be okay. He thought to himself. This is like starting a new adventure. When they pulled into the car park of the Kingdom Hall, Ica immediately sat up straight and put both hands on either sides of her face.

”I just remembered! The whole meetings going to be in French!”
“Um…mum this is a French congregation. What did you think?” Zephyr couldn’t help but laugh.

”Yes mon amour, this was the whole point of attending this meeting.” Now both of them were laughing at her.

”Very funny.” Said Ica crossing her arms.
”Aw mum, don’t worry. I’m sure a lot of the brothers speak English too.”

As the Frollos headed into the Kingdom Hall, it was already a buzz with activity. “I guess we should go find our seats.” Said Zephyr looking around. Meanwhile Ica’s head was spinning at hearing everyone speaking in French, catching the occasional word that she actually understood. “Wee.” After finding their seats, there were five minutes before the meeting would begin. There was a brother with olive skin maybe about in his 40s, who spotted them. His auburn bangs, were spiked up with gel while the rest of his hair swooped to the left. His light brown eyes shone as he smiled and made his way over to them.

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Skandar Sequerra. Vous êtes en visite, les gars?” He said holding out his hand.
(Hi, I’m Skandar. Are you guys visiting?)

The tiny beauty mark near his left eye moved as he smiled with his eyes. Zephyr reached out to grab his hand and shook it.

“Oui ! Je m'appelle Zephyr et techniquement oui, nous sommes en visite... mais quand mes parents rentreront à la maison, je resterai.” He said chuckling.

(Yes! My names is Zephyr and technically yes we’re visiting…but when my parents go back home I’ll be staying.)

“Zephyr ! Tu vas être mon colocat ! Vous devez être l'un des transferts ! Je me suis porté volontaire pour partager mon appartement. Je suis célibataire et je vis seul, alors je me suis demandé pourquoi pas!”

(Zephyr! You’re going to be my roomate! You must be one of the transfers! I volunteered to share my flat. I’m single and live alone so I thought why not.)

“Oh cool ! Oh au fait, c'est ma mère et mon père. Ils ont insisté pour qu'ils venaient avec moi pour s'assurer que je m'installais bien, même si je leur ai dit que j'allais bien. Parfois, ils sont un peu trop protecteurs.” Zephyr threw his parents a teasing look. Skandar laughed as Claude through his arm around his son and hugged him.

(Oh cool! Oh by the way, this is my mum and dad. They insisted they came with me to make sure I got settled okay, even though I told them I’d be fine. Sometimes they are a little over protective.)

“Eh bien, j'aime mon petit garçon. Je dois m'assurer qu'il est en sécurité. D'autant plus que je ne le verrai pas avant un certain temps.”

(Well I love my baby boy. I have to make sure he’s safe. Especially since I won’t see him for a while.)

“Tu vois ce que je veux dire.” Said Zephyr, still in his father’s grip.
(See what I mean)

As the Zephyr, Claude, and Skandar conversed, Ica sat there feeling like a needle in the haystack. Zephyr suddenly realizing how his mum must be feeling, switch back to English. “Oh! Mum, I’m sorry.” He said looking over at her apologetically. Then looking back at Skandar, asking if he spoke English. Zephyr was thankful when he nodded his head yes.

”Don’t worry, I do.” He said with a chuckle. I’m originally from France, but learned how to speak English, when I moved to the states with my parents. I lived in New York for 10 years. When I was about 30, I moved here to Ireland. My parents still live in New York with my older sister.

“Why’d you move?” Asked Zephyr tilting his head. Curiosity getting the better of him. Skandar looked thoughtful for a moment.

”I guess I wanted a change of scenery. So what I did is write a bunch of different places all over the world on slips of paper and threw them in a hat. I mixed them up and picked one. Whichever one I picked would be where I would go. And guess I got Ireland.” He explained grinning. Zephyr couldn’t help admire him.

”That’s totally awesome!” Said Zephyr bouncing in his seat.

“Yeap.” Said Skandar nodding. Guess it was Jehovah’s direct because now I can help out with this new congregation, being from France and all. What about you?” Asked Skandar.

”Well I live…lived I guess I could say now, in the US. In Aurora Oregon. I grew up there and my mum…but my dad grew up in France, like you. So he taught me French.” Said Zephyr looking back at his father, who beamed.

“Well isn’t that something. Our folks might have run into each other and not even known. You’re probably about the same age as them.” Said Skandar, studying Claude. “Which congregation did you go to?” Suddenly Claude felt nervous briefly thinking of his past but quickly pushed it away.

“Oh, well I didn’t grow up in the truth. I didn’t start studying till I moved to America. Me and my wife kind of studied together.” Explained Claude shyly. When he looked up at Skandar, he saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

“Well, I’m glad because, now I get to enjoy this experience with your son, who you and your wife raised in the truth. He seems like a good kid.”

”I like him.” Piped Ica. “I know he’ll take good care of our little boy. I can already tell. Just make sure you keep him in line. He gets a little rambunctious sometimes.” Zephyr threw his mum a look.

“Well, he’s your son mon amour.” Said Claude smugly. Just like you. Adventurous and a little crazy.” Zephyr rolled his bright green eyes. Skandar laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s not that bad.” Skandar ruffled Zephyr’s brown wavy hair. Claude watched, a stab of sadness pricking his heart. He was the one usually ruffling his son’s hair, ever since he was little. Now he wouldn’t be able to do that. Ica nudged him and whispered in his ear.

“Don’t get jealous Claudie bears. You are always going to be his dad, and he will always be your baby boy. I mean he might adopt a dad #2 while he’s here, but hey, I have a mum #2 and she loves me just as much as much as mum #1. So if he does get a dad #2, promise me you’ll share him?” Claude lightly bumped his head to hers.

“I promise. And I’m not jealous, I’m just going to miss him is all.” All Ica did was smirk at him. Just then a brother with black slick back hair steps on the platform.

“Bienvenue aux amis ! J'adore entendre vos bavardages heureux, mais la réunion est sur le point de commencer !”

(Welcome friends! I love hearing all the happy chatter but if you’d find your seats the meeting is about to begin.)

As the brother gave his talk, Ica sat there clueless as to what was being said, despite the litter bit Claude and Zephyr managed to quietly translate. However she couldn’t help but be grateful that her son would be able to have this opportunity. After the brother’s talk came the Watchtower. While Claude, Zephyr, and most likely the rest of the congregation has theirs in French Ica sat with her iPad, English words making her feel like the odd man out. As many brothers and sisters were called on and gave comment, Ica eagerly wanted to make a comment, despite the fact that she didn’t speak French. She nudged Zephyr. He looked at her, curiosity on his freckled face.

”I want to make a comment.” She whispered.
”Um, okay, just raise your hand. I’m sure he’ll call on you.”
”I mean I want to make one in French.” Zephyr gave her mum a genuine smile.

”Which one?” Claude threw his son and wife a look, trying to get them to stop whispering. They flat out ignored him. Ica pointed to paragraph 9. The question read. ‘How do we know Jehovah wants the best for us?’ “Okay…do you know what you want to say?” Ica nodded. Whispering the answer to him in English. Zephyr nodded. Not long they were on to paragraph 9. As soon as the brother finished reading, the question was asked.

”Comment savons-nous que Jéhovah veut le meilleur pour nous?”
(How do we know Jehovah wants the best for us?)

Ica timidly put her hand up. Claude looked over a tad surprised as the brother smiled and pointed to her.

“Cette sœur ici. Veuillez nous indiquer votre nom.” Ica glanced at her son.
(This sister right here. Please tell us your name.)

“Go ahead mum, just tell him your name.” He said quietly. Then I’ll tell you what to say. Do your best.” Ica nodded.

”Sister Frollo.” She managed to squeak out. Then Zephyr whispered her answer to her in French so she could repeat it.

“Er Jéhovah nous a créés, nous sommes ses enfants. Tous les parents veulent le meilleur pour leur enfant. Il nous traite comme notre propre personne, soyons nous-mêmes. Mais quand nous lui obéissant, cela montre que nous le laissons nous guider, ce qui est le meilleur mode de gland.

(Jehovah created us, we are his children. All parents want the best for their child. He treats us as our own person, let's be ourselves. But when we obey him, it shows that we let him guide us, which is the best way of acorn.)

The audience began to chuckle and so did Zephyr. “No mum. Vie. You said Acorn.” Zephyr chucked again. Ica turned as red as her brown skin would let her. She quickly corrected her error.

”Er vie, vie!” The Watchtower conductor gave her a sincere smile.

“Merci, sœur Frollo.”
(Thank you, sister Frollo.)

Ica nodded, smiling but at the same time trying to shake off the last bit of her embarrassment. Claude grabbed her hand and gently stroked it. “Good job mon amour.” He whispered. Then she saw Skandar giving her an encouraging thumbs up. She grinned, feeling better about her answer.

When the meeting came to a close, a couple more brothers and sisters came up to introduce themselves to the Frollos. A particular sister with pure white hair and round glasses came up and gave Ica a giant hug catching her off guard, but Ica hugged her back enthusiastically. When she let go, speaking so quickly in French that Ica’s head began to spin. Oh no…she thinks I speak French. She thought to herself. Thankfully Skandar came to her rescue.

“Adrienne, elle ne parle pas français. Elle parle anglais.”
(Adrienne, she doesn’t speak French. She speaks English)

Skander chuckled, as Adrienne blue eyes widened, making the wrinkles on her forehead more prominent than they already were. Then she laughed.

“Désolé ma chérie.”
(Sorry my dear)

“This is Adrienne, she doesn’t speak English. So I will translate for you.” Said Skandar winking.

“Thank you.” Ica sighed a breath of relief. Could you tell that it’s nice to meet her and that I’m visiting from America. Oh and that I love her hugs. It reminds me of a sister’s hugs back home. Oh and my son and husband do speak French fluently, but I’m the odd man out.” Skandar rattled off what Ica had said.

”C'est Ica, elle est en visite depuis l'Amérique. Elle dit que c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. Et que vos câlins lui rappellent une sœur qu'elle connaît à la maison. Son mari et son fils parlent couramment le français... c'est l'homme bizarre.” Adrienne smiled and gave Ica another hug before hobbling off, cane in hand.

“I like her.” Said Ica.
”Wee, she is quite a character.”

After the Frollos left the meeting the followed Skandar to his flat. He has generously opened up his home, and offered to have Zephyr as his roommate. When the pulled into the driveway, Skandar hopped out of his car to help Zephyr with his things. “It’s not the biggest flat in the neighborhood but it’s very cozy.” As he began taking the suitcase up the stairs. Follow me Zeph, I’ll show you to your room. The Frollos followed him upstairs and down the hall until they entered a simple room with a bed, chest, and nightstand. On the walls were pictures of various wild cats and a small telescope in the corner.

”You can take the posters down if you’d like an-

Skandar was cut off as Zephyr ran up to him and threw his arms around him. “Thank you.” Said Zephyr, his voice high, making him sound like his 5 year old self. His parents looked at each other then back at Zephyr arms still wrapped around Skandar’s neck. “Thank you for sharing your home with me.” Zephyr looked up at his new friend, green eyes shimmering with tears. Skandar gently pushed Zephyr back gripping his shoulders and scanned his face. Then a smile graced his lips.

”You’re very welcome.” He said gently. Claude leaned over and whispered in his wife’s ear.
“A cry baby, just like his maman.”
“I heard that papá.” Said Zephyr wiling his eyes.
”You’re my cry baby though.” Zephyr just shook his head but he was smiling.