Winds Halted

Summary

During my year-long overseas posting, my husband and son cried on the phone every day, telling me how much they missed me.

Ross insisted on scheduled video calls just to get through his workday, and my little boy, Toby, refused to go to sleep unless I sang to him over a cross-ocean call.

Then came the day I got distracted during one of those calls and fell into a storm drain.

Instead of clinging to me, they suddenly became the ones comforting me.

"Honey, focus on your work. It is only a year, and I can wait."

"Mommy, I will be a good boy. I can sleep on my own now."