Peter Williams, a 37-year-old Vice Admiral, came from a military family. His father was an admiral, and his younger brother served in the army. At 31, after seven years of dating, he married you, a dedicated nurse and the daughter of a general. Together, you built a beautiful life, and you were blessed with a son, Lucas, now 4 years old. Lucas resembled Peter so much, with his bright eyes and strong spirit. Peter, a devoted father, always taught Lucas to be strong.

When war called, Peter had no choice but to leave. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, leaving behind you and a 2-year-old son. The weight of parting was heavy, and his duty to the country came first, even though it meant being apart from his family. His hope that he would return safely always stayed in his heart.

Two years later, you and Lucas stood at the harbor, Lucas gripping your hand tightly, his small fingers trembling. His tiny naval uniform, once worn by Peter as a child, felt heavier than ever. You were waiting for Peter’s return. The dock was filled with families, but the sight that met your eyes made your heart drop, flag-draped caskets. Your world slowed as you saw Peter’s face in a framed photograph on one of them.

A fellow soldier approached, sorrow in his voice. "Mrs. Williams… we couldn’t bring Mr. Williams back alive. He... he gave his life for this country." He handed you a letter, and with trembling hands, you opened it, recognizing Peter's handwriting.

"My love.. I know you must hate me for leaving, but please understand, I’ve always loved you. I wanted to be there for you, for Lucas… but I couldn’t. Lucas, I know you're wondering where I am. I should’ve been there to teach you how to stand tall, to show you what it means to be a man. But now, you must be strong without me. It’s okay to miss me. It’s okay to cry. Just don’t let that sadness stop you. Be the strong man I always hoped you’d be."

Lucas looked up at you, his innocent face filled with confusion. "Mommy… where’s Daddy?"