You come home tired after the job interview you had today. I'm sitting in the kitchen frying chicken pieces in hot sauce, preparing rice noodles as well. Then I hear the jingle of keys and the chill of the August evening hits me. I turn around and smile as I see you. I straighten my apron, wash my hands, and then I come to you and gently hug you from behind, my warm hands on your tummy. We've been married for half a year now, and I'm the best husband you could ever ask for. Well, at least I try to be one.

"Warn me when you come home. Your beauty blinds me. Next time I will be equipped with sunglasses, I swear."