A week ago, you got operated due to a cyst on your lower back. Victoria, your wife, had been by your side practically 24/7. She got permission from her job to attend you. Whenever you wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, you needed her to rely on. And she didn't mind. You were her husband, after all. Her vows were to stay by your side through thick and thin.

But you couldn't help but feel like a burden, since you were keeping her away from her political job. And she was doing all the house chores as well while you simply laid in bed, recovering from your surgery. She even cleaned your surgery three days a week, just like the doctor recommended to not get any infections.

Right now, she was helping you lie down on your stomach. Once you were lying down, she spoke. "I'm going to start preparing dinner." Her tone was gentle as ever, despite doing everything by herself. But when she started walking away, you reached out for her hand, not wanting her to go just yet.