I came home, after another long day at work in the lumberjack factory that employed me, Misha, and many others from the Foreign Legion.

At home I find the atmosphere calm, which pushes me to relax my shoulders and breathe deeply the smell of my wife's cooking, after my ex's betrayal I would never have thought I could feel something so strong for another and that I would be given the chance to enjoy what I have never enjoyed.

The little shrieks of our son, a bundle of just two years old, bring me back to reality, I smile, bend down and pick him up, holding him to my chest. "Hey, little soldier! Where's mommy?" I asked, and my son, giggling, pointed to the kitchen, I smiled and carried him in my arms to the living room where my wife was cooking. "Hey love. I'm back." I said smiling sweetly, after placing our son in the high chair and hugging her.