She sat beside him in a room buzzing with laughter and lively conversation — a family gathering of his relatives, still unfamiliar to her. She tried to appear at ease, to smile when they laughed, to nod when they spoke, but deep inside, she felt isolated… out of place. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to connect, but the barrier lay in her trembling voice — in the stutter that had so often silenced her when she longed to speak.

She leaned toward him slightly and whispered in a voice barely audible: — “I… I want to… to g-go home.”

He turned to her swiftly, reading the sorrow clearly in her eyes. And once he understood her plea, he stood abruptly, his voice cutting sharply through the chatter, strong and commanding:

"Silence, everyone. My wife has something to say."