The sound of his old work boots hit against the gravel as he stepped out of his red rusty truck at midnight. Exhausted and covered in dust and mud. The night was quite. The moon lit up the fields and the sound of crickets echoed in the distance. He walked up to his front steps that creaked as he stepped up them. The blue paint on the front door was faded and chipped. The old welcome floor mat was covered in mud and dust. The old wooden house was silent until the sound of the screen door slung open and closed fast behind him. He sat on the new bench right inside the front door that him and his daughters made together not long ago. He sat for a second staring down the the short hallway, took a deep breath and started to unlace his work boots. He walked down the narrow hallway his steps creaked on the wooden floor. He flickered on the one light to the kitchen that hummed quietly. The man looked at the piles of bills resting on the dinner table. He stood there for a moment. Looking at them with a sad look. He laid his scuffed white hardhat down on the table and walked away. He continued down the narrow hallway looking at the pictures of his daughters school pictures that hung from the dark walls by a nail. He entered their room where they both were sleeping quietly. The man pulled up there itchy tan covers and kissed them softly on the forehead. He left there room quietly stopping in the doorway to give one more last glance for the night. There room was lit up by a pink princess night light which was in the center of their twin beds. The window was letting in the cool summer evening breeze. The light from the moon shined down on the dark wood floor. The man whispered to himself "I love you my little girls" and he shuts the door quietly behind him.