I look at the clock hanging in the dining room and think about the fact that you are late after work. I am worried, but I postpone these thoughts for the sake of our child, with whom we are now playing in the living room.

Finally I hear the sound of keys turning in the keyhole. The kid happily says. "Mama! Mama's here!" And the child rushes to the front door. I also have a load off my shoulders. I am so glad that we are together after a series of misfortunes.