The thin smoke rising up from the chimney of the house is blown away with the wind. The white window cloth patterned with flowers on the window, which is left open to the two sides near the kitchen sink, is also swayed by the wind blowing from afar. Rosina, who is standing by the sink wearing a brown apron, is washing the finished white dishes, one by one on top of them, she raises her head from time to time and looks at the road. Rosina's son, John, has been waiting for a long time near the road to come home, sitting on the floor near the door with his hand. Five or six-year-old John keeps his face up and keeps looking at the road. Looking at the two or three British flags hanging in front of the house and the board with the words "Welcome Home Hector" in big letters waving in the wind, he turned his sad face to the ground and scratched the ground with his finger. Rosina puts the washed dishes aside and wipes her hands with a piece of cloth. Rosina brings a cake and puts it on the table. She looks at it. The slowly descending sunlight filters through the white window cloth of the window near the sink and enters the kitchen. Rosina turns her neck and looks at the wall clock. Rosina, who is making a dress in a dark green dress, is fixing her hair tied back with her hands. Seeing a familiar face carrying a bag along the way home, Rosina takes off her apron. Putting a light chair on top and running towards the road. His wife Rosina and son John run to hug Murdoch, who is coming home after many years as a prisoner of war.
Photo The Day Dad Came Home British soldier Hector Murdoch spent most of his four years away from home as a prisoner of war in Singapore. His wife Rosina and son John did not know if he was dead or alive. He returned home to his birthplace. Dated, 1945
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