Gobble

“I don’t know if this is gonna wourk,” hissed the rebel’s mother, expressing her clear doubt. How do you expect to get everyone gathered? How many people do you think are gonna actually act out? There’s probably gonna be at least a few people who are gonna duck out.”
“Mom?”
“I just don’t want to see you die because you acted so rash, Gobble.”
“Mom? First off: We’re all gonna die if I don’t act out. Second off: It only takes one to end oppression.”
She was actually starting to tear up at this point, wondering if this would be the last time she would see her son. “How you’ve grown, Gobble.”
He smiled and hugged his mother. Just that small show made the tears stop.
At that moment, as they watched the sun set, time stopped. No longer was there gonna be any sourt of war about to be waged. No longer was anything wrong with the wourld. Just a mother and her son, hugging for dear life.
And, for a moment, it seemed as if the father that had so long ago been murdered was joined in in one great family hug.