At exactly five minutes to six, I arrive at my house. The house Valdi gave me. Our home for nearly 6 years of our marriage. The place where Valdi and I wove all our beautiful stories. In this house, Viona was born. A home filled with memories for me, Valdi, and Viona.
Valdi's car, which Valdo drives, is neatly parked in the garage. There's no other car beside it yet. That means the contractor hasn't arrived. I step inside slowly. The pathway leading to the porch comforts my heart. I remember how, every evening when Valdi returned from work, I'd wait for him on this porch. Valdi would walk slowly on this pathway, his eyes filled with love as he gazed at me, and then he'd ask, "How was your day, Professor? Any students getting on your nerves?" Those words always made me laugh, and I'd respo
