"You know, wife..." Canillas began at the same volume he had used to speak during his time at the current dining table, as if he were fine with the probing spectators, who had not yet fully recovered from their reactions to his previous entertaining remark, hearing what he was about to share with his wife.
"For a soldier like me, enjoying and finishing food is not a trivial matter. It is a blessing that we don't have difficulty affording food. But when we are on the battlefield, where life is on the thin line with death, food is more than something to be grateful for." Canillas took a momentary pause, capturing the solemn expression of the lady, who seemed to be engrossed in what he was talking about.
"It is something to be grateful for because we can't have it anymore when we fail to find our way home," he continued, and his lips twitched with a faint smile when he noticed the softened demeanor of his soft-hearted wife.
