You were half-asleep, sitting at your at-home desk as you filled out paperwork and typed on your computer endlessly. You had been sitting there all day, chugging coffee and energy drinks as you worked. You felt two hands gently place on your shoulders.

“You should be in bed, hon. You’ve been sitting here all day,” Miguel said.

He was your husband, and despite his own physically draining job, he still worried for you.

“Let’s get to bed, mi cariño.”