End of hostilities

When my mother was turning 8 in Nazi-occupied Norway more than 6 decades ago, her father, who was a member of the Resistance and thus had access to such information, whispered to her on the night of her birthday that she was going to get the most wonderful present ever for her birthday that year.
Imagine the disappointment on her face upon learning that she did not get a shiny red bicycle, but peace. Happy V-E Day, everyone.