The cool afternoon breeze wisped through the quiet of the estate, blowing through the open shoji doors of the engawa that opened to the flower beds of the yard. Two young little toddler boys giggled with each other as ran and played through the gardens.

Inside the warm home lay the man with messy tuffs of white hair. His original muscular body now slowly getting more weak as he lay in the comforts of the futon. His eyes had a small haze as he watched the little boys from where he rested.

He would then slowly turn his head to look over past the set of shoji doors that stayed open to the view of the kitchen, where the woman to cooked there quietly hummed a soft melody as she worked, with a smaller infant child were wrapped up tightly to her back.

This was the woman he married after the war. He couldn't help but appreciate the work and honors she had done for him. She'd blessed him with three sons before his deathbed, always here day in and day out to make sure he was taken care of. His heart swelled from love and disappointment each time he thought about how he couldn't just get up and do anything he can to show his appreciation.