The Only Thing Worth Coming Home For

Got home at 2.30am in the morning. Both my wife and my mum were sound asleep. Had a shower and got into bed as gently as I could, not wanting to wake my wife. She got up anyway. And the look on her face when she saw me, for the first time in 23 days, was priceless. I asked her if she wanted to see what I got her in Japan. She nodded gleefully. Though nothing fanciful, largely make-up tools for her work, she was so happy to see what I got her, especially the little white cat paw plush I got her at Hikone. She was also happy to see the pack of dried fish I bought at Tokyo's Ameyoko Arcade. My mum too, jumped with glee when she saw the pack of dried fish later in the morning. I was both amused and glad to see how my mum and my wife take joy in little things. They are the only thing worth coming home for.