“Grampa is going hunting,” she told her son, who saw tears in his mother’s eyes, but didn’t understand their meaning.
Meanwhile, the old man finished donning his boots and picked up his bow. He saw the pain in his daughter’s eyes. He hesitated a moment, but looked at his too-skinny grandson and knew, one way or another, they needed enough food to make it through the winter.
“Give Grampa a hug.”
Not quite understanding the significance of the moment, but eager to please his mother, the boy threw his arms around his grandfather, who had knelt down for the embrace.