Nothing But Love(Nicholas) I clutched the handle of the cannon tightly, sweat beading on my forehead as I heaved it onto the cart. The sun beat down on the Boston Colony, and I wiped my brow with a worn sleeve. "Toby, lad, hand me those cannonballs," I called to my son.
As we worked, I couldn't help but remember Sarah, my dear departed wife, who fell victim to the vicious grip of Typhus. I swallowed hard, pushing the memories aside. "Toby, you've got to be strong, son. We've got work to do," I said, my voice gruff with emotion.
Toby nodded, his young face serious as he helped load the ammo onto the waiting trucks. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we tended to the horses in the stable, the comforting sounds of their soft nickers filling the air. "Good work today, boy," I said, ruffling his hair.
That evening, as the stars twinkled overhead, Toby and I shared a simple meal. "Pa, do you miss Ma?" Toby asked quietly.
My heart ached, but I smiled at him. "Every day, son. But she's watching over us, I know it," I said, a flicker of hope in my chest. We held each other's gaze, finding strength in our shared love.
And as we settled in for the night, I whispered a prayer for my family, finding solace in the bond that held us together.

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