It was the second month of winter. The little boy asked the same question. She replied with the usual. His father did not come back yet. He was not expecting his return. But, bringing up his name around the house, made it seem as his place is not that empty, and he would come sooner.

She knew that their little kid, wanted something to eat. The food they had was not enough. It was a rough time, and she was not able to provide more. She occupies herself with house chores and at nights, she makes the place ready, as if they were expecting her husband, the next morning. Her biggest worry was not, his absence or, the shortage of food. She was worried that some day, she would show weakness in front of that boy. She was the only one who was providing him strength. But, she knew that all she has is some words of wisdom. She was trying to give something she did not have.

Until one cloudy day, someone came by. He said that he was sent by her husband to deliver them with some necessities. He gave her a box. She rushed to open it, forgetting to say goodbye to the guy on the door. She saw some canned food and a letter. She rushed outside to wake her son who was sleeping on that wooden chair besides their house backdoor. She called his name multiple times. But, the boy had closed his eyes for the last time.