The Sweet Passing of Time

‘I could tell she was full of mixed emotions,’ he continued. ‘For a twelve-year-old, she was very mature. She understood things that only an adult might comprehend. So I told her that it would be all right, that we’d still be able to come down and play and throw pebbles every day even if the Germans did invade.’ He nodded thoughtfully. ‘Yes…I saw your mother in a different light that day.'