The little boy looked up at his mother. She was staring silently at the stone, then at the sky. "Mama, is papa still at war?" She looked down at the innocent child. "Yea." She hated lying. Lying to a young Kratt only made things worse. "Mam?"
"Yes Sweetheart?" She looked down at him again.
"When's papa coming home?"
"When the war is over."
"And if it never ends?" The boy looked at her, persistent to continue.
"You're just like Chris you know that? A persistent little boy."
He smiled, and hugged her. "What's your name mama?"
She looked at him once again. "Aviva... Kratt. Or Corcovado. I'm not sure anymore." Aviva picked up the boy, and snuggled with him.
"Mommy.. why hasn't daddy answered any letters?"
Aviva sighed. "He'll get around to it."
"When?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
Aviva broke out in tears. "When they get mail service in heaven."
