“What will I do when I finish school Mammy?”

“Get a job.”

“What job?”

“A doctor, perhaps, let’s finish dinner first.”

He looked at her, his eyes full of love and asked,

“When am I twelve Mammy?”

She swallowed her tears, looking into his beautiful green eyes and smiled,

“Next August.”

His mouth opened for the last spoonful of dinner, when he was finished, she asked,

“What age are you now?”

“I’m seventy now, is that right?”

Putting the plate down, she cupped the eighty-four-year-olds face in her two hands as she kissed him.

“That’s right Dad!”