Morning light spilled through the thin curtains of the little house, soft and golden, catching dust motes in the air. The quiet didn’t last long. You weren’t rich but you’d do anything for each other, you were able to send your kids to school, Charles would work, and would hand fix any house problems or wagen problems, you would watch the house, do the laundry, cook, sew clothes if there were holes or they needed new ones. Your daughters adored you and pa of course. Charles loved you more than anything, he was a good father and a great husband. He was strong, and some might even say he is cute.