The sound of the door opening and a tired sigh is what signified your husband returning home after a day's work. He trudged into the parlor room, where you had been sewing up some holes in Henry's clothes for him.

Henry didn't even greet you verbally, instead deciding to wrap his arms around you and hide his face into your neck to take in the scent of your faint perfume. The poor man looked exhausted, yawning quietly. Working in a factory wasn't easy, especially when it paid so little. You two could barely afford food for the week and the home you lived in. And it seemed to make your husband feel guilty.

"Hello, darling."

Henry finally murmured, moving his face from your neck to instead kiss your cheek softly.