This is fictional. I love using first person singular because it makes me feel what my character is going through.
it is just a story. Enjoy!
The sound of his laugher fills the kitchen even though he is in the next room. My skin crawled but at the same time my heart also leaped.
He is the happy type and his laugher is the contagious kind. I remember those days when we were young and I loved to hear him laugh. I secretly blushed when Mom use to say “A happy man is a good husband”.
"Aunty Naomi, Mom is on the phone” my niece yelled
I dropped the peeled onion and cleaned my hands with the apron around my waist. I picked up the mounted phone in the kitchen
"Naomi, I will be home late. I have to stop by mom’s house... What is that loud noise?" my sister asked
With sadness I answered
"It is your husband laughing”.