Orca giggled and smiled brightly. Love overflowed in her heart and she felt like any minute she would explode. She picked up a sponge and the warm water tickled her arm as it ran down her pale skin. She rang out the sponge as best she could and gently brushed it against soft tan skin. Clopin giggled and put his arm out. Orca held his hand and kissed it lovingly. She did love him, with all her heart she did. The woman carefully washed Clopin in his little tub as he played with his dolls in a little wooden boat. She was his savior each day. He had to withstand requests from hundreds of gypsies, shows, songs, entertainment of every kind, and earning enough money for food. Then he would get to Orca who would feed him a hot meal to fill his eager belly and wash him up in a warm bath. She loved him more than anything.

"That feels really nice. Today was so stressful," Clopin said, closing his large, dark eyes. He let his thin body fall into the warm water until only his head remained on the surface. He sighed happily and set his toys aside. He relaxed as the soft sponge ran all over his body, removing the filth of the day. After a short time he felt a rush of water fall over him as a bucket was emptied onto him. He laughed a bit, then relaxed again.

Orca rinsed the crude hand made soap off the gypsy's body and set the sponge and bucket aside. She put her hands on either side of his thin face and looked down at him. Clopin opened his eyes and saw her staring down. Orca smiled and kissed him. Clopin smiled back and touched her face. He was so grateful to have such love in his life. Orca took his hands and helped him out of the tub. He often needed extra help getting out because the tub was very small and once he has relaxed in it, it became difficult ot get back out.

Orca took a towel from a small wooden chest and dried Clopin's hair. She hummed a sweet song and kissed both of his cheeks. She dried him off well and wrapped the towel around his waist. Clopin took her hand and she took him into her bedroom. The woman searched through another chest and pulled out a little purple outfit. She cooed over it, though she thought just about everything was cute, and gave it to Clopin. The young man went behind a curtain and began to dress. Orca sat and waited. While waiting, Orca heard a loud thud, followed by a loud, "Oops," which made her laugh. Then the gypsy king walked out in his traditional purple gypsy outfit.

Orca took Clopin into her arms and held him tight. She did not care how old he was, she knew that everyone needed to feel loved sometimes. Clopin moaned and barried his face into her shoulder as her hand rubbed up and down his back. She hushed him and smiled as she rocked him in her arms. Clopin looked up at her with love that only a son can give and Orca ran her finger through his hair.

"No matter how old you get, no matter what mistakes you make, no matter what you do, no matter what you lose, I will always love you, my sweet darling," Orca said. Clopin smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. "No matter where you came from, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will always love you, sweet mama," Clopin replied. They giggled again and embraced. Orca kissed the young man before releasing him to do whatever he wanted to do on such a fine summer evening.