Moms sat in Peter’s recliner, her eyes glued to the television in front of her. She watched in absolute horror as the frightened students ran out of Columbine High School. She could see the panic in their eyes as they frantically searched the area for a familiar face or a safe refuge from the violence. Moms knew that those students need a pair of loving arms to hold them and to tell them that everything would be all right. For the millionth time that day, she glanced up at the old clock over the fireplace. Why wouldn’t that it move faster? Didn’t the clock know how anxious she was to have her children home? She thought back to that hectic morning as her four offspring tried to leave the house at the same time. Moms was sure that she had forgotten to hug one of them, but she was not sure which one. She was sure that she had become frustrated with one, but she didn’t know who that had been. All she knew, at that moment, was that she wanted to give each of her children a big hug and see their shining faces staring into hers.

"I wonder if the kids know what has happened? If they do, how are they dealing with it?" she worried.

As the afternoon wore on, Moms found herself getting nothing done around the house. She couldn’t pull herself away from the television. She was greatly relieved when she looked at the clock and realized that the bus would be bringing her precious gifts home soon. Moms went into the kitchen and began preparing a special snack for her brood. It wasn’t long before she heard the squeaking of the bus brakes as it stopped in front of Crabapple Farm. She soon heard the voices of her children as they wandered up the driveway toward the farm house. With a huge sigh of relief and a prayer sent in thanks that her children returned home that day, Moms opened up the kitchen door and gathered all four of her children into her arms.