You couldn't remember why or when it started, but it spreaded all over your body.

You couldn't walk anymore, you barely could make any exercise, yet, still, you managed to be a strong woman.

Zeff, your husband, even though stoic and more rigid with their little 'eggplant', the young Sanji, was still an almost-all parfect husband. He loved you, you loved him as equally, and, after leaving the piracy life, Baratie was opened.

Sanji, the blond little cook, got attached to you and him easily, since you reminded him of his late mother, he was extremely careful with you. It was a common day, once more, the kid was clutching to your legs as you sat on your wheelchair.

"Come here, little eggplant! She won't defend you!" The older man spoke, holding a spatula on his hands, ready to smack Sanji for something once more. What a happy and 'functional' family...