It’s been four years. Four damn years, without seeing his beloved wife. He remembered every letters she send to him. Every letters he had read countless time. But he never answered them. Never, once.

He’s in front of his house, and he’s feeling anxious. He knew something changed deep inside him. War changed him. But not his love for her. He couldn’t stop.

He opened the door, and his heart stopped when he saw her trying to fix the sink. He took off his cap. “Hello, beautiful.“ He said his voice cold and distant.