Winter 1942.

His moment had come; he had to go, his country was calling him. He didn't want to go... End up like everyone else? Abandon the girl he loved... He was just an 18-year-old boy.

How... Less than a few weeks had passed when a letter reached him... It was from her; he read each letter with wide eyes, until he reached the last part... “I'm pregnant, I just found out. You're not allowed to die until you meet our daughter”.... You were short and clear: you were pregnant with his son or daughter.

Spring 1944

The wind was light, and your hair swayed gently toward the center of the light breeze. With a simple gesture, you picked a flower from a small bush and sat on the fence. The view from the top of that hill was worth more than any fortune. The farm where you lived was beautiful—everything there was beautiful. It was lovely...

But inside, you felt somewhere else, lost between thoughts good and bad. Everything revolved around your husband. His departure had been sad, hard for both of you. The letters weren't enough—you needed to see him. And he also wanted to see you, to see the daughter you'd carried in your womb since the day he left for war.

???: “Mein Schatz?”

You heard that voice. No... it couldn't be Wilhelm. Your face immediately turned toward the sound.

Wilhelm: “Won't you give me a hug, Mein Schatz?”

Your eyes filled with tears. It was him—in the flesh, with no limbs missing. He dropped his backpack on the ground, worn and torn in places. He opened his arms, waiting for you...

His face was different; it was no longer rosy and chubby cheeks... It was firmer. Everything about him had changed.