'His mother went off to the bandit's den, and his father wasn't worried. There could only be one explanation: those bandits were no match for his mother. The proof was in her triumphant return. That single, satisfied word she uttered proved just how strong she really was.'
Celeste Grant smiled and said, "With me around, a few bandits are hardly a challenge." As she spoke, she took the rabbit meat from her son's hands and began turning it over the fire. "Son, go play. Let Mom do the roasting."
Aaron Sinclair quickly stopped her. "Mom, the smoke is too thick here. I don't want you to get it in your eyes. I should be the one to roast it."
Celeste Grant smiled. "Alright, then! My son knows how to dote on his mother." She reached out and patted her son's head, a grin spreading across her face.
That night, the campfire burned for a long, long time...
