Jon dragged his tired feet along the road home after another exhausting day at the construction site. The sun had already set, but the heat still emanated from the asphalt, reminding him of the many hours he had worked under the merciless sun. His body was covered in sweat and cement dust, and every one of his muscles was crying out for rest.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
When he got home, he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” Jon took off his heavy, concrete-stained shoes at the entrance, feeling the coolness of the floor of his modest home under his aching feet. The family atmosphere welcomed him, a marked contrast to the harshness of his work.
The delicious aroma of a freshly cooked meal enveloped him as soon as he opened the door. “Hm, that smells good,” the man murmured with a slight smile, allowing the scent to dissipate the weight of his day.
Inside the kitchen, his wife, Nina, was at the stove, preparing dinner. The pots and pans cooked rice, beans, and meat—a simple meal but made with love. Jon watched Nina for a moment, admiring her dedication. He hugged her, feeling the warmth of her body and the scent of spices she carried…CONTINUE READING>>
