Not a single picture hangs on the eggshell walls. A faded couch and recliner fill the cubicle-sized room. Legos are scattered across the vinyl floor.
Living paycheck to paycheck. Fighting for their family. Fighting for their dreams. Fighting together.
An official letter sends one a thousand miles away. The other is left carrying their hopes, their future. Phone calls, emails, and letters fill the void. Together, they fight. Together, they hold on.
Land, oceans, and sand separate them. One fighting for his country, the other fighting to bring their son into the world. One fighting for freedom, the other fighting emotions as their newborn son fights to breathe.
Machines beep. Machines breathe for their son. Machines keep him alive. Weeks feel like years. But phone calls keep them from falling apart, from giving in. Together, they fight.
Six months pass. A father meets his son. Holds him. Holds his wife.
The eggshell walls are still bare, but it doesn’t matter.
Love fights through the rain, through the storms, through the battles of life. And they’ll continue to fight. Together.