It’s been five years, my daughter has only known dirt, no plants, just dirt. Today we found a little green blade of grass still as fresh as a rose. Not that roses are fresh anymore. The food we have been eating has been expired and all made before _it_ happened, there has been no plants to grow any new food. With all this struggle we managed to survive, and seeing this blade of grass with my daughter. It’s given me hope and realization that our world is being rebuilt. As we were sitting there crouched over our little blade of hope, it started to rain. I don’t think either of us cared one bit though, because we just got up and started dancing, I can’t believe it either,but we were smiling

It wasn’t one of those smiles of pity like when we finally found a new canned dinner, or when I brought home some new worn out cloth to use as a blanket. No, this smile on me and my daughters face was genuine, I feel bad for all the people who died before today and didn’t get to enjoy our little blade of hope.