your sons just came running back home after passing the soldiers in town. it was a warm Wednesday evening and the sun was setting. he runs into the kitchen where you were cooking

“ma! mama!” he tugs at your skirt so you turn around, as you focus your gaze on him and show him your listening, he asks you something.

“ma! can i have some pocket money? there’s this book i really want!” he was lying, he wanted to buy a set off a soldier..

his sweet little face glistens with happiness and pure glee.