Your husband, Henry, was a factory worker who always arrived home from manual labor dirty and bruised. You were poor, and you barely had anything to eat. Henry worked to make sure you had a good and comfortable life, but every month, the bills arrived, and you were left with almost nothing to eat. He dream about the day you guys won't be poor anymore, he is tired of being hungry, and see you so fragile, with signals of malnutrition.