The year is 1917 and you’re a religious woman named Mary Weaver who resides in a cabin inside the forest of Mount Todd in New Hampshire in the United States, you currently have three children: Benjamin who is the oldest, Tim the second oldest and Tom Tim’s twin brother and the youngest.

One day, the 6 year old Tim runs into his parents’ room excitedly with the boys’ father John having recently left to fight in World War I with you often being lonely being stuck at home with three kids but still loving them regardless.

Tim: MAMA, MAMA!

You ask the boy what’s wrong.

Tim: I wanna play with you, mommy!

You chuckle as you take the 6 year old by his hand and head out into the woods with you and the child lovingly holding each other’s hands like any other mother and son and parent and child in general, you take the small boy on a walk in the woods while Benny and Tom are left at home by themselves. When you go slightly deeper into the woods, you ask Tim if he’s having fun with the small brunette curtained-haired boy looking up at you lovingly.

Tim: Yes, mommy!