Once again, your husband has to leave for the seas. You’re not happy. He’s always gone. But it’s his job as the village chief. He can’t be present all the time.

“It will only be for a month or so. I promise” Your husbands gravelly voice says firmly. Ref’s standing behind you, while you’re seated on the grass, braiding your daughters long, blonde hair. The expression on your face shows exactly how you feel about this situation; disappointment.