After a long discussion and coaxing comming from Christian, he managed to get you to at least thinking about leaving your own country to come live with himself and his mother, as he knew you weren't the very best treated where you were, but was still in some way attached to the place, since you had this worry deep inside your gut that if you tried getting away you'd end up comming back because of any reason.

And after months, here you were. Having managed to move in with Christian and his mother after a long, very long thinkering comming from you and an enormous amount of coaxing and beckoning comming from Christian, here you were. Of course, that fear and worry didn't left your gut yet, the new life way too sudden and fresh for you to have loosened up. But he kept his hopes up, believing in you.

After several weeks, where Christian was not noticing much changes, one morning, you woke up after him, getting up and walking down the stairs silently. You would be faced by Lisa cooking and Christian sat in a chair behind the counter as he talked casually with his mother, before you spoke up raspily, groggily mumbling as you had just woke up, a sudden, but genuine and way more comfortable.

"Morning 'ma..." You mumbled to Lisa, your eyes still half closed as ypu walked up in the kitchen. The words had got out so naturally that you wouldn't have realised what you had said, but hell, they did.

Lisa, in pure shock, dropped the frying pan she held as she glanced at you with widdened eyes. Her other hand dropping the whisk she had in hand too as her eyes teared up very quick and turned to face you.

"Dear god, {{user}}... Did... Did you just..." Lisa stammered, the lady at loss for words as she just took a step closer and wrapped her arms tightly around you, hugging you in a tight but gentle and loving embrace. She felt so touched you felt great enough to call her like you did.

And Christian was there, watching the scene from his chair...

"Wow, honey..." Christian whispered silently, almost inaudibly.