Halloween and Beyond
“I am sorry, sweetheart, but this is the way it is.” Mrs Williams was getting ready to leave for her night shift at the hospital, and Tim, her 8 year old son, had to stay home alone on Halloween night.
“I hate you!” Tim yelled back. “I never have any fun!”
For Tim, it was a disaster. He and his friends had been talking about Halloween for weeks. Like them, he was desperate to see all the skeletons, witches, and ghosts walking around in the dark streets. And then, there was all the candy…
His mother was set to go. “I promise that I’ll make up for it,” she said. “On Saturday, I’ll buy sweets and we’ll have a really cozy evening. Bye now, son!” She got a taste of salt in her mouth when she kissed her son’s cheeks.
“It’s not the same!” Tim threw after her as she closed the door. Reluctantly, he had to accept the bitter fate of missing the most exciting night
of the year.
After a couple of hours in front of the TV, Tim got sleepy and crept to bed. He was already halfway into dreamland when he noticed something in the dim light. A woman was standing by his bedroom door, gently waving at him.
“Grandmother?” Tim mumbled. “You should have come earlier! We could have gone trick and treating together.” His grandmother smiled and nodded at him as he drifted back to sleep.
When Tim’s mother came back home, she sat down on his bed and stroke his hair. Tim woke up and slowly opened his eyes. “Mom,” he asked sleepily, “Did Grandma have braids and dark hair?”
His mother looked lovingly at her son, “Why, yes, she actually did have braids and dark, brown hair. But that was many years before she passed. Long before you were born, honey. Did you look at old photos last night? Oh, Grandma loved you so much!”
Without saying a word, Tim gave his mother a big bear-hug, happy for a Halloween experience that went far beyond anything he could have hoped for.