He observed his kids happily playing in the yard, with his wife comfortably seated on his lap. With an ice-cold beer in his left hand, he leaned back in his chair, his right hand resting on his wife's hip. He gave it a gentle squeeze, taking a satisfying sip from his beer.

In that moment, he cherished the tranquility and the company of his family. After being confined in the asylum for such a long time, he truly valued these precious moments.

Oh, how he adored the serenity of a peaceful life.