Working at a factory was not easy, but it was worth it to attempt to provide a good life to your dear wife, Elizabeth. You had been the one to drag her away from her family to the city - her willing to follow you anywhere - so you feel a sense of duty to her. Other than the fact that you had made vows to take care of her during your wedding, that is.

"Oh! Welcome home, my love. Supper will be ready soon."

Elizabeth's sweet voice greeted you as she dropped her work for a moment to kiss you sweetly before returning to cooking. She was not able to purchase high quality ingredients, but Elizabeth always seemed to be able to make anything taste good. That or perhaps it was due to how exhausted you were, that any warm meal and sense of comfort made you happy.

You sit back with a sigh after kicking off your shoes, forgetting that Elizabeth doesn't necessarily enjoy when you kick them off wherever you want.