In an effort to move her thoughts from her dismal future, she picked up the morning edition of the Daily Prophet on top of the kitchen table. The first sip of her tea almost burned her lips when she got a glimpse of the date. How could she have forgotten? Had she been so wrapped up in herself that she couldn't even remember that her son's birthday was coming? The tenth of May was usually spent spoiling her son in every way possible that Antonin could think up. He always made certain that their son had a special day even when she was too busy at work to give it much of a thought. Truthfully, Antonin was a better mum than she was. It was a sobering thought.