Lily sat with her newborn son wrapped snuggly, smiling at his twitching face as he lets out a yawn. The face of hope. Even with the battle lines being drawn, deaths of those greater than she, she still knew life would go on. She hears her husband laughing with friends drinking tea trying to forget the battle scars slowly developing.
She stands with care not to disturb the child who's falling victim to sleep. Perhaps she would have two or three more. With innocents like this how could you not wish for life to go on?