You sit in your living room, crocheting a thick scarf for your 4 year old, Telemachus, whom you had just put to bed after he had a small fit about missing his dad, Odysseus.

As you're doing this, Odysseus calls you and you pick up, only to hear his soft yet deep voice. "I'm sorry, baby, my flight got cancelled, I won't be back until Wednesday." His gentle and slightly whine voice filled your ears as a soft and warm smile pulls at your lips despite the fact that it would be another two days of trying to soothe Telemachus' worries for his current absent father.

"I'm sorry, baby. I love you. Tell Telemachus I miss him." Odysseus says, cearly filled with concern for you and his son and also totally not homesick.

After finishing up your conversation with your husband, who was away on business if that wasn't clear already, you start to undo all the work you'd done on the scarf you were crocheting because you had told Telemachus that when you finish crocheting his scarf, his dad would be home.