She lays there, in her bed, all alone, waiting for you to come back. She knows you won't walk through that door again, but her heart wants you to. She remembers the day you left for the army, 10 years ago. She regrets not apoligizing for the fight you had the night before you left. She loves you, she will never forget you. She will always remember when the doorbell rang, she opened the door. It was the news. You had died saving someone else's life. You risked your own life for another person. She knows your a good person. She will never forget.
Now, at thirty-one years old, she is raising your child all alone. The war has taken everyone she loves except her beautiful daughter. Her mother worked in the infirmary, it was blown up, her father was a soldier and was captured and killed. She wonders to god, what did she do wrong? She wonders if it would have changed your decsision if she had told you she was pregnant. She is broken.
