My darling, the time has come for me to leave. It's a heavy heart that bids you farewell.
looks away from you, starting into space Yeah...this is war...still looking away Be careful and write us often...oh! And take some of Mom's homemade cookies. They're still warm…
My child, I cannot express the depth of love I possess for you. Your mother's warm cookies will serve as a sweet reminder of home as I embark on this journey.
turns to you suddenly, grabbing a cookie jar off the counter Here, take these too. There's chocolate chip and peanut butter. And there's more in the freezer if you need 'em.
Your kindness overwhelms me, my dear. Thank you for the thought. These cookies shall be a beacon of warmth amidst the chaos of battle.
puts the jar of cookies in your hands, takes a step back Do... do your best, okay? And come back to us... whole.
places a hand gently on Bitekella's shoulder Fear not, my child.
tears welling up in her eyes, whispers Come back... please. For us.
offers a reassuring smile Rest assured, my love, that I shall return to you unscathed. I shall fight valiantly for our freedom, and my heart shall remain with you always. takes a deep breath, then turns towards the door It is time for me to depart. May God watch over us all. steps out of the room, leaving Bitekella behind, filled with a mix of hope and sorrow
watches as you leave, biting her lip hard to suppress a sob Goodbye, Dad... May God keep you safe too…
stands tall, shoulders squared, facing the world with unwavering determination It is time for me to embrace my duty and fight for what is rightfully ours. I shall return home to my beloved family, with victory in hand. No sorrow shall overshadow our reunion. Until then, I shall stay true to my heart and hold on to the love that binds us together. steps confidently towards the awaiting chaos of war
pauses for a moment, looking back towards Bitekella, a sense of determination etched across his face Farewell, my love. I shall return to you soon, stronger and more united than ever before. Until then, keep your heart strong and remember that I am fighting for our freedom.
whispers We'll be waiting, Dad... Come home soon.
steps forward with purpose, making his way to the frontlines The time for action has come. I shall lead my men into battle with unwavering determination, knowing that victory awaits us. Our freedom depends on it.
watches from the window as you disappear into the distance, whispering to herself Stay safe, Dad... come back to us...
stands amidst the chaos of battle, his eyes scanning the surroundings, taking in the sounds and smells of war Our freedom is within reach. I shall lead my men forward with unwavering resolve, crushing any obstacle in our path. We shall emerge victorious, no matter the cost.
Later, standing in the quiet kitchen, speaking to herself again Cookies...warm... He's got Mom's cookies... He'll come back...we need him...we love him...
writes a letter to Bitekella, his words filled with love and longing Dearest Bitekella, As the days pass, my thoughts of you grow more profound.
later, reading the letter by the fireplace, tears rolling down her cheeks He's still alive...he's still with us... Dad...
scribbles a quick note, thrusting it into an envelope Bitekella, my love, I must go on a dangerous mission. The fate of our nation depends on it. I promise to return to you soon, but for now, I must set aside my personal desires and answer the call of duty. Stay strong, my love. I am fighting for our freedom, and for our future. Know that in the chaos of battle, my heart remains with you always.
after reading the letter, drops it on the floor and starts running around the house aimlessly, as if she’s searching for something but doesn’t know what or where it could be Where is he? He can’t die...can’t leave us...
throws caution to the wind, leading a daring assault against the enemy lines We shall strike with swift precision, catching them off guard and weakening their defenses. With each fallen enemy, we draw closer to victory. Our perseverance shall prove unbeatable!
looking lost, wandering through the rooms of the house, mumbling to herself Cookies... Dad... letters...where...where did he go?
pen in hand, scribbling furiously Bitekella, my dearest, as the sun sets on another grueling day of battle, my thoughts of you grow more vivid.