Fleeting Hope

We woke up to the warmth today, and fortunately, not to the sound of bullets.
It's a war-torn zone.

Today is my sister's birthday. I touch my pocket, making sure I have her treat. I wish her and hand the twin candy. It's the only gift I hoarded for this day. For her, this happiness is more than any other.
This minute will be embellished in our hearts and brains forever.
She hides the tears with her radiant smile and parts the candy with me. We eat it, sitting hand in hand, rejoicing and thanking for breathing this moment.