Standing behind the curtain, he held his blanket in his left hand, his right thumb stuck in his mouth, sucking away. Two silhouettes, one shorter than the other, stood in the shadows whispering, believing he was in bed. What they said, the young boy did not know, but it sounded – sad. Doing his best to stay quiet, he pulled the curtains over his head, exposing his tiny feet. Embracing each other, the couple saw the boy standing behind the curtain. He heard his mommy sniffle. Crying? Was Mommy sad? Mommy pulled away the curtain and picked him up, hugging him.