In a small wooden house, heated by a very small fire, sat a young boy. He was about five years old and loved it when his mother made something for him. Only now, he was waiting for his mother to come and get him to go to bed.

“Come on now, it is time for bed.” The mother said, as she entered the room.

The boy got up and followed his mother to the room he and his older brother shared. When he got into the room, he noticed that there was something on the bed that there the night before.

“Is that what you where making for me?” he asked.

The mother paused in pulling back the blue, brown and white striped quilt, then answered, “ Yes, it is.”

The bot just stared at it as if he had never seen anything like it.

“Come on, into the bed.” She said.

The young boy smiled and crawled in, while smiling.

Years later, there lay a grave, the young boy, who had grown up and had family of his own, died. On the grave lay a blue, brown, and white striped quilt that he had used when he was little.