Molly was at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes. She heard foot steps coming down the stairs. She quickly turned and asked, "He Freddie can you..." she froze, remembering today's date.
He turned aound, the hole in his ear already healed, a sad smile on his face, "Honestly woman...it's been a year since the end of the war and you still have a hard time figuring out who's who? And you call yourself our mother..." A tear dripped down his cheek.
Molly stopped her dish washing and held her son, her own tears falling on their own.
