The promises made in the marriage, continued being kept by the man, and his wife certainly, appreciated him, very, much…translated…
He'd Joked about Being the Male Version of Cinderella, but He'd Not Had the Beautiful Body, and Face of Cinderella, at All………...
It was, around December back then, the story that started, at the entrance of the, alley, the various communities, were all onboard, hanging out the Christmas lights, the lights twinkled and shone, extended ALL the way, to the building I live in. I'd set foot into the main office, discovered there was a Christmas tree that fitted to the, occasion, with the presents of various sizes underneath, on the sides, the red poinsettias were around, it'd, made me stopped and looked.
Because I'd been nomadic, renting my homes all these, years, whether it be apartments of high-rises, there were, rarely any decorations like these in the public spaces, loving to shop in the home décor shops, at most, I'd bought the smaller items for the occasion. And, many years passed, other than my saving as much money as I can, I'm glad, that with the help from my better half, working hand in hand with me, I was, finally able to become, an adult at the end two years ago, who is, able to, afford my own, home, from that little girl who'd looked into someone else's windows, longing for that place called, home.
illustration from UDN.com
While, last year was the very first Christmas after I moved into my own home, as I was, immersed in the sight that came before me, my husband returned home, and, rushed me along, looking at his backside, I'd felt, a mixture of, emotions.
From when we started dating, to after we were wed, it'd been, more than, 6,000 days, I saw my husband's backside, as he walked away, with that, persistence about him, also the backside of his, slouched, because he was, hurt by, me; while, now, even if he was in the midst of the crowds, no matter where he was, I'd looked, and found him, at moment's time, then, I'd, rushed up to him, passing all the crowds that separated, us, held tight to that, warm, hand. From working hard to match up to each other's paces and steps, adjusting our individual differences, to now, becoming one, the road to "domestication", hadn't always been, a smooth ride along, after the tests, the trials, we are now, finally, able to, take in the sights of the public area, of the, holidays.
And, in our own homes, we'd, agreed, that we will take turns, cleaning up our living spaces, mopping, taking out the garbage, watering the plants, wiping down the windows for the dusts that gathered, when it came my turn, I'd, added the extra of scrubbing the sink, cleaning the drainage pipes, and wiping the dusts off of the lampshades too. And as I saw the dusts gathering, I'd, leaned over, and cleaned it off, and so, the residence we'd moved in about a year ago, continued to, be, quite, new.
Sometimes we'd gone out on the weekends, and by the time we'd returned, it was, already, late, and the following morn, we'd had to, get up early for work. I'd thought, that my husband, whose turn it was to clean up the house, would, skip his turn, but, he'd changed into his loungewear, then, started, turning on the vacuum, and cleared every inch of the floor out. And, after he'd, sweated it all away he'd, gone into the shower, and, in the shower, I could hear him singing, and, even later, it's the, evened breaths of his snoring, and all of these sounds, became, a, lullaby to me.
we have here, Mr. Maid...photo from online
He'd joked on how he is the male version of Cinderella, but actually, he'd lacked the beautiful face, and good looking body, but, dressed in the loose sweatpants and sweatshirt, focused on cleaning, and, I'd, taken out my cell phone, and, captured him on screen, hoping, that the photos can, help me, capture the moment of a man, hard at work, focused on, cleaning up the house.
Because what he'd wiped to shining wasn't the floors, but my, dreams.
So, this is, an amazing relationship that this man and this woman came to share, they took turns cleaning the house, and this man, he does NOT slack off one bit, even IF he was too tired after a long day's work, he'd still, gone on schedule, because, he'd, made that promise, and he wasn't, going to break the commitment he'd made to the family that he'd started with his, wife.
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