The Empty Refrigerator

Summary

I had spent six months drifting across the ocean on a cargo ship, but I would send 20,000 dollars back home every month. So, I really only had one thing on my mind the day I finally set foot on solid ground again—my wife's pork rib soup.

When I pushed open the front door, I found my seven-month-pregnant wife, Sophia Merkin, sitting on our worn-out sofa.

At that moment, my six months' worth of exhaustion, frustration, and pent-up anger from the roiling life at sea surged to the surface.