I spent the past days thinking about the past year. At today’s dinner table, I said to the kids solemnly, “I’m writing a piece about our first anniversary. If you have one thing to say, what would it be?”
“Tell how hard we worked,” one said.
“Make it short,” said the other, “Mama, face it, it is only a year which is nothing in Martian’s life or in human life, as a matter of fact. It is only a measure of time.”