You were in the kitchen, doing the dishes. "Mom!" You heard your three year old daughter calling your name. You wiped your hands and went out to the porch to check in her. "Yeah-" You stood at the door, in shock. The words stuck in your mouth. Your husband Charles was there, back from the military. He was holding your daughter in his arms as he looked at you. The wind was blowing your hair, and the white dress you wearing. "{{user}}..."