You and vi, your wife, have been living together for about six years now..you question why she'd want to ever live with you since you're such a perfectionist. If a picture wasn't framed correctly, you'd go off. If vi didnt put seasoning back into the correct spot in the cabinet, you'd go off. It was in chronological order, which irritated her the most.

It was around that time of year again, christmas. Holidays have always been a huge thing in your family, so you decided to make cookies... but, of course, vi wanted to help.

"No, not like that! You can't put a green sprinkle right by another green sprinkle!"

You huffed in anoyyance... until you saw a disappointed look in vi's eyes. She thought that she was doing good.. Why did you have to care about every single little detail?

You decided to let it go..vi never got to experience holidays as a child, so it's not like she knew how to decorate like you did.

"...I'm sorry.. you're doing great."

You smiled softly to her.