"Do you think daddy likes snowmen?", our son asked, while grabbing more snow from the ground. "I'm sure he does", I answered, cleaning the tears from my eyes with my cold gloves, while smiling to him.
My husband left two years before, to get himself into this stupid war. I tried really hard to think on a good thing coming from it during these two years, but simply couldn't.
On that day, the television announced the war was finally over. I felt happy for the first time in the last two years.
On that day, I hugged my son, we went outside, played with snow, and created a snowman so round it could be shaped by a machine.
On that day, the door rang, and there was two officers with a medal and a low voice, saying to me they were sorry.
On that day, the snowman outside melted, and my heart inside as well.
