Elizabeth sat on the grass by a tree. She watched as her children played, smiling contently. She had slight bags under her eyes, and her eyes full of stress. She was like a calm pond, disturbed only by dew which had fallen from a dying tree. She cared too much for Alexander, as he would stay up late working, and only would sleep when the world brought too much exhaustion upon him, forcing him to go un conscious under the pressure. He had always seemed to need to start something, and finish it soon after, his mind being a puddle and his thoughts being the pouring rain, always a new idea showing up. Elizabeth sighed, closing her eyes for a few seconds. Her youngest sat in her arms, giggling at their siblings playing. A few clouds scattered throughout the sky, painting a white fluffy array of clouds on the blue canvas of a sky. Elizabeth opened her eyes, looking at her children, thinking about how lucky she was to be alive and well at that moment. A smile breached her mouth, arching the ends upward into a faint smile. Her youngest looked up at her, and smiled brightly at the women they called Mother.