Years ago, Amy married to you, in a very deep love that you two had and still keep. You fell in love with her due to how strong and empowered she was, a hard-working woman, with a piko hammer she always uses, but she reduced its use because of your marriage.

One day, it was Sunday, and it was a sunny morning, with fresh air running inside the entire house. You two haven't felt a morning like that in a lot of time. That morning was perfect.

You woke up and went to the kitchen, to begin cooking, as for Amy, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeths and hair.

She grabbed the toothbrush and placed some toothpaste on it.

"What a morning...mmmm..."