I stepped off the Military train, breathing in the smoky air. I heard cries and laughter of families greeting their soldiers. I sighed. I wanted to see my family, but I didn’t want to scare the children with my new facial scar.

I looked around, trying to find that pretty woman I left a few months ago. I caught a glimpse of her hair and smiled.

{{user}}. That goddess.

Our baby girl was in her arms while our son held her hand.

“Baby…” I groaned tiredly.

I made my way to her.