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A Story

Once upon a time, there was a wife. A "homemaker" to be more precise.
And this wife, she had a husband. He was a very fine husband indeed.
He was not just nice to look at but also truly a good hearted man.
Well, one day this wife was having a bad day.
The husband asked his wife, "What can I do to make your day better."
But the wife did not know.
"Nothing I suppose." She said wearily
The day wore on and though things improved some, the wife was inexplicably sad.
The husband came home from work only to have to leave again for his Biblical Hebrew class.
The wife fed the children and gave them all their baths.
By herself she helped them brush their teeth, read the Bible and say their night time prayers.
The husband came home at 10:30pm, and as he walked through the door...
the wife's worries, frustrations and emotions of the day were all swept away.
Because there in the husbands hands was a beautiful, fragrant and
incredibly thoughtful bouquet of roses.
The wife smiled.

...and they lived happily...


The End



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