I don’t know why I always get dolled up for dinner, my wife still hasn’t returned from war, a habit, I suppose. Even with all this, I still don’t feel beautiful, she always made me feel beautiful. Even with the sounds of the food sizzling and my mind being occupied with thoughts, I still heard the knock on my door.

My heels click when I walk up to the door. I expected it to be my neighbor again, but my eyes widened when I see my wife. A gasp is made and tears begin to form.

“You’re back..”