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Coming Home
Ken always kept things inside. She sometimes worried about his profession, with all the terrible things he saw, how could he keep it all inside? She loved Ken more than anything, and he felt the same for her, but he never told her of the horrors he saw that day. He said it was because he loved her so much that he couldn't tell her. He wanted to keep her away from that world. That was what he tried to do, but he couldn't always. Some days it came home with him, and she always knew when it did. It only happened if he came home late, like tonight. He came into the room, changed into his sleep pants and a shirt, and left after wrapping his robe around his body. She knew what he was doing: he was kissing 6 year old Fusa in her bed and 1 year old Osamu in his crib. She knew why he did it: to make sure they were alive, and tell them he loved them. He never woke them; he was careful about that. He crept back into the room carefully, placing his robe back on the hook. Ken crawled into bed and gently cuddled close to his wife. She turned over and held him close. Ken would apologize for waking her, but she would quiet those fears, tangling herself against him. He usually never spoke, except to tell her he loved her. But it was bad tonight, she could tell. He spoke the words he said the first night this happened. "Love me and make me pure again."