Apples.

His day had been filled with apples. Albert's bag had been filled with apples. The day had been humid for him, as it had been for everybody, but it hardly fazed him. He had aching arms, a smile on his face, and apples.

Today, his mother was baking pies. 

The walk from his home to the village was always a long one, but today had been shorter than the rest. The heat was bringing life to the only world he ha knew; birds chirped, small animals scurried away at the sight of him, and people had been about when he was at the marketplace. The last one, of course, was likely because of the next day's coming rain cloud and the need for people to shelter themselves against such things, but that hardly mattered to the boy, not today; not for any day, at that matter. His life was a normal one for a boy who lived on Mos'Crescit. Boring too, but that was how he liked it so how could he complain?

The sight of the cottage he called home sent him into a sprint, the bag flailing in his grip and the fruit within falling without cause to the ground. He would pick them up and wash them later, but for now his family's smiling faces was all he wanted. "Mother, father, I'm home!" he called bursting through the house's only door. "Hey there, kiddo," his father had been the first to respond, looking up from his book where he sat. "Welcome home, Albie," his mother had said next peeking out from behind the pantry which blocked her view of the doorway. He raced over to his mother after dropping the bag into a warm embrace. "I missed you," he said into her shoulder. "It's only been a few hours you big baby," she chided teasingly in response. "Now go say hello to your father."

"Hey there, son. You got the stuff?" he had asked as his son dashed over to the spot next to him. "Yes, sir," Was all he responded with, a serious salute matching his words. "Now don't give me that," an exaggerated frown replacing his smiling features. "I'm your father, show me some warmth." And so he hugged his father excitedly, like the child he was. "I missed you too, dad..." Albert's voice was filled with emotion as he said this. "Don't cry now," his father said with the same tone as his mother had beforehand. "-It's a man's duty not to show emotion like that. Now, wash up; dinner is almost ready and I've had a long, busy day of working that radio." This was met with a disappointed face by his son. "But what about the pie?" He had asked, suddenly full of a disappointment that his father couldn't help but laugh at. "We're having it later, for dessert. Just do as you're told and there should be mo worries on your end; okay?" Albert's enthusiasm returned as he practically shouted his response. "A-okay!"

This happiness, it felt almost foreign, but he enjoyed it none the less.