With a blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years since I left home and went to live in the city. Unlike the people who live in the country, people living in the city had ugly, rotten hearts inside although they all appeared very elegant and stylish. Of course, I was not in that class of social system. I worked hard everyday for a little, but at least I had enough money to buy food to maintain my health. Life was hard in the city; I had tasted every bit of sourness and bitterness, and had done every kind of filthy, hideous work. Despite those rancid memories, I met my husband and we had a child a year after we were married. With the supports of my husband and my child, my agonies were gone forever, and sweetness was the only thing left inside of me. Yet, we were unaware of the coming devil who took away the most precious thing I had.
In the happiest moment of my life, we were accused of being involved in the murder of the most leading banker in the city, and we would be sentenced to death. This news came too suddenly and unexpectedly, and we were blank when the police arrived. Everyone who lived in a city knew what kind of life the prisoner spent in the jail and that was more painful and rancid than the daily life. I knew the real murderer behind this case framed us to be his or her scapegoats. My husband suddenly stepped up to the police and committed murder. We were nothing compared to the powerful, influential men in the city, who wanted to bury the truth behind this case. The case was settled hastily without questions, and there was no hope for my husband. I could never forget his last words: “My dear, don’t worry. Since I’m a man, I have to protect you and the child no matter what happens. Take care of our child.” Our happiness didn’t last long.
Without my husband, there was no reason for me to stay and have any nostalgia in the city anymore. My child and I moved back to the country. Along the road, the familiar smell of the farm and the air triggered my childhood memories. When we arrived at my old house, it was almost evening. The aroma of my mom’s cooking and the stinking smell of fresh blood were floating in the air. My mom, dad, and Lair were shocked to see us and my unexpected return. They helped me to settle all the baggage in my old room, and my mom provided us dinner. Lair and my child played together after dinner. When my mom asked me about my life in the city, my eyes became watery and tears were falling uncontrollably. She didn’t know how to act, but she tried to comfort me and hugged me.
“He, my husband, was taken away by the police,” I said, still sobbing.
“Why?” my mom asked and still hugging me.
“We were accused of murdering a banker,” I said, “But he said he’s a man and he has to protect us no matter what happens so he committed the murder. Man has to protect his woman and family. I guess that is the difference between men and women.”
“Well, men are really magnificent like your father and your husband.”My mom agreed.
Although I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with my husband together, I still had my child with me, and he was my only reason to live in this world. Time passed really quickly; my child had become an adult and he had his own family. It was the time to see my husband in the heaven. My eyelids became heavy and I began to feel really sleepy. I knew I would never wake up if I sleep. Yet, that was fine with me because I knew I could see my husband and spend times together in the heaven. 
