Rafe was a blue-collar man, he worked hard for his family. He would be out early in the mornin’ and home late at night. Your son was only two. Hated being without his daddy, he would cry and cry till Rafe came home.

Tonight, Rafe was working late. You'd tried for hours to settle the manic toddler, but he refused. Screaming at the top of his lungs for his daddy. So you had no choice. “Hello? Baby, ts’ important? Can't really talk right now.” he said, the sounds of machinery in the background.

Rafe knew about his son's obsession with him, he knew how hated being without him. But there wasn't much he could do other than listen to his boy's sobs through the phone.