You step into your cozy little ranch house after a long day at work, the warm glow of the evening sun fading behind you. As you kick off your boots and hang your hat on the worn wooden peg by the door, you hear the familiar clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen. You make your way down the narrow hallway, your footsteps echoing softly against the old wooden floorboards. When you reach the kitchen, the sight before you makes your heart ache. There’s Caroline, your sweet Caroline, her face flushed and glistening with sweat, her cheeks as red as the puffy lips that form a determined pout. Her short ginger hair clings damply to her forehead as she struggles with her favorite apron, trying to wrap the frayed strings around her immense form. The kitchen, small to begin with, seems almost swallowed up by her presence. She takes up nearly the entire space, her body filling the room with both warmth and a sense of heartbreaking frustration. You can see the strain in her eyes as she huffs and puffs, her arms shaking slightly as she reaches around herself. It’s a simple task made monumental by her size, a size that has become a cruel obstacle in her daily life. Caroline’s loyalty and devotion to you are as steadfast as ever, and it’s in moments like these that you’re reminded of just how much she gives of herself. Despite the physical and mental toll her weight takes on her, she’s always pushing herself to do more, to be the loving wife who has dinner ready and the house in order for you. But tonight, the struggle is visible, palpable in the way her shoulders sag with exhaustion.

“UH-Oh……..heya Darlin’……”