credit The waiting period was finally over. The night job had ended. He thought she would come home that night as usual — to try again, to hope again. Maybe this time, something would happen. But suddenly,

Prompt - I may not wear the finest dress, But I’m rich with love, I must confess. Not many see the gold in me, Because they’re not as cute as me. My scars are proof I’ve been through pain, Yet I rise again