I was staring at my greasy hands one day when I noticed they were covered with scratches, and my wife was tenderly caressing them.

My wife was staring at me contentedly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t… She’s always with me and is aware of how hard and weary I had been.

When I’m unhappy or angry, you cheer me up. I know I upset her at times, but she never stopped cheering and making every day as beautiful as possible.

“Don’t worry, my wife; it’s simply dirty yet easy to clean.”

Then she smiled and lovingly hugged me. A lovely reaction that has hundreds, if not millions, of meanings.