Seeing the eager expression on Stan's face, Edith smiled as she set the tray down carefully on the low table in front of the couch, her expression softening with maternal pride.
'It feels just like back then...'
The thought warmed her heart. For a fleeting moment, it was as though the years between had never existed, as though the boy who used to sit at her table and eagerly devour every meal she made had simply come home from play with her daughter again.
When she was done, she said in a soft voice, "Here's your food, Stan. I hope you like it. It's nothing fancy, but it's made with love."
