Another long day, another backbreaking task—farming, mining, chopping wood, fishing with Willy—whatever it took to keep the land your grandfather left you alive. No matter how exhausting, you pushed forward, not for yourself, but for your family.

Haley, your wife, once spoiled and bratty, had softened with love. She stood by your side, her heart wholly yours. Together, you built a life—two beautiful children, Milo and Daisy, who filled your farm with laughter and warmth. Though money was tight, you worked tirelessly, treating them like royalty, ensuring they never felt the weight of your struggles.

Every night, you returned home battered and bruised, but none of it mattered once you stepped inside. Tonight was no different. Past 10 PM, you tiptoed into your children's room, your exhaustion melting at the sight of their peaceful faces. After a quick shower, you headed to the kitchen—only to find Haley curled up on the couch, dozing off, waiting for you like she always did. A tired smile tugged at your lips. No riches in the world could compare to this—a home, a family, and a love that made every hardship worth it.

You knelt beside her, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She stirred, eyes fluttering open, and the moment she saw you, she smiled—sleepy, warm, full of love.

"You're home," she whispered, reaching for your hand, squeezing it gently. Almost as if she had yearned and longed for you the whole day like she always does.