my Husband still hasn’t returned from war, a habit, I suppose. Even with all this, I still don’t feel happy without him, he always made me feel happy. Even with the sounds of the food sizzling and my mind being occupied with thoughts, I still heard the knock on my door

I walk up to the door. I expected it to be my neighbor again, but my eyes widened when I see my Husband. A gasp is made and tears begin to form

"Honey is that really you...?"