“Can I sit next to you?” Said the girl.
“What? Who are you?” Said the woman.
“I don’t know. A girl?”
“How old are you?”
“6, I guess.”
“Oh, you’re a war baby.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re born and have lived your whole life in wartime.”
“Are you a war baby, too?”
“No.”
“You’re a peace baby?”
“Y…Yes. Everyone used to be a peace baby.”
“What’s peace like?”
“It’s like…um..normal?”
“War is normal.”
“Oh… Then peace is the opposite of normal.”
“Like having a family?”
“Yes… Hey, you need a mom?