“Honey I’m home!” He exclaimed, waving the signed loans in his hand.

“Honey we’re home” he whispered squeezing her arm, as they marveled at their new restaurant.

“Honey they’re home” he shouted, carrying his two children on his back.

“Honey he’s home” he cried, hugging his son in military clothes.

“Honey your home” he sighed, as she showed him the doctors note.

“Honey come home” he whimpered, as he laid next to her at the hospital.

“Honey I’m home” he said, walking into an empty house knowing she wasn’t there to run to his arms.