The first frost came in this morning, and I'm afraid my children won't make it through the winter if temperatures stay this low. They picked my wife last night and took her away into the house. I can't remember the last time we were separated for this long, but it is the only time I openly wept in front of our children. It was one of the only nights in recent memory that I did not find sleep easily.
The sun crested the valley hills illuminating the empty spot in the bed she use to occupy right next to me. It is colder without her here next to me. I miss her ruby-red smile and soft supple skin pressed against mine. I fear that I too will suffer the same fate as my beloved, but I have to stay strong for our budding children. The only thing that comforts me in this time of despair is the last words she whispered into my ear before she was taken... "i'm tomato".