Yeva sat in the backyard, trying to see the future of her grandchildren.
"Babushka?" Dimitri asked.
"What?" Yeva loved them, but was never an affectionate person, that was her daughter's job.
"What are you thinking about?" He pondered.
"A young girl, dead and alive, with hair long and beautiful..." She mused, her voice trailing off.
Dimitri, not knowing what she was talking about, and knowing better than to further interrupt his grandmother, said "okay, Babushka," gave her a kiss, and ran to his favorite climbing tree.
Yeva gave a small smile..
She knew that this woman that she envisioned was still an infant, but she knew that she would bring happiness to her family, especially to her Dimka.
She didn't know everything, but what she did see was great.
Devotion, beauty, power, strength...
She saw Dimitri now, smart, small, eager, but with this girl she saw him a man with those same qualities, equal to this woman whom she envisioned.
As beautiful as a flower...
Yeva smiled, knowing that Dimitri would be taken care of after she would pass away.