Mommy

„Mommy“, the little boy muttered, “why is it that it gets dark at night?”

The mother looked down at him, only able to make out a dark silhouette through all of the snowflakes falling down from the sky.

“It’s because we have to get ready for the lights reappearance.”

“Mommy”, the little boy whispered, “why is it that everyone’s scared of the dark?”

Again, the mother took a glance at him, now finally catching the expression on her boys frozen face.

“It’s because in the dark we can’t see what’s endangering us.”

“Mommy”, the little boy cried out suddenly, “why can’t we be save?!”

At this, the mother reached out to him, lifted up his cheek and looked into his scared blue eyes.

“It’s because the biggest threat to the living is life itself.”

The little boy looked around at the white stars falling down and started running and catching them with his mouth. Although the tears on his face were still visible and had become crystalline drops of ice, decorating his face in a gloomy way, he seemed to finally be happy.

“Mommy”, he genuinely laughed out, “do you know why only us kids can ever be truly cheerful?”

The mother slowly got hold of him, embraced him with her arms and arranged her comforting coat around his figure.

“Yes, my little darling. I do know why that is.”

The boy snuggled himself into the warm and familiar fabric and hung onto his mother tightly.

He knew he could trust her. He knew he was safe. He knew that he loved her and he would never have to question why he did.