An exhausted Jonathan returned home.
"Daddy!"
The little boy cheered and lunged into Jonathan's arms, while the dog they had picked up a few months ago also came over, wagging its tail.
Besides the familiar smell of tobacco from the factory clinging to his clothes, the little boy smelled sweets on his father.
Melting away the weariness with a tender smile, Jonathan took out a pastry wrapped in leather paper from his pocket.
"Hooray!"
The little boy held the pastry and with the dog returned to the table to unwrap it.
"Did the factory decide to keep hiring people?" Jonathan's wife, spotting a hint of joy in the creases of her husband's brow, came over to help him out of his coat.
"Several more carts of raw materials have arrived; I'll be able to work for a few more weeks," Jonathan said as he took off his hat and placed it on the coat his wife had taken off.
"People can barely afford food, who is buying tobacco?" his wife asked, puzzled.
