Kirstin sat in a chair of the auditorium where she would hold her class in a few minutes. She had brought a box of tissues, the list of people that were to take her class, and her only son: Hank. he was running up and down the rows of the auditorium, chasing "Blueberry", his Cranidos. Blueberry was trying hard not to trip or knock Hank over. Finally, after almost a half an hour of running, Hank tripped on the leg of one of the Auditorium's chairs.
Kirstin walked down, and picked up her now sobbing three-year-old, hugging him. "Mama..." Hank said, sniffling. "When's Daddy coming back? I thought you said he would!" He looked down to Blueberry, waiting at the empty aisle. "...Are you alright?" Kirstin asked, ignoring Hank's questioning about his now deceased father. "I wanna know about Daddy!" Hank demanded. "Why won't you tell me, Mama!" Kirstin set Hank down silently, shaking her head. "Go play with Blueberry for a little bit; Mama has to prepare for the people that are coming."
Kirstin walked down to the auditorium stage, and began to cry into her hands.