With a last-minute business trip, my daughter requested me to care my grandson for two weeks. I didn’t hesitate since I adore spending time with my grandson on short notice. She left him off with a hefty luggage and rushed to her aircraft.
Nothing appeared odd until I opened the luggage. There were outfits for autumn, winter, and spring, plus his toys and meds! She didn’t feel like staying for two weeks; she didn’t intend to return.
I kept calling her but got no response. I cried for weeks, worried ill. I eventually received this video call after nearly giving up.
The phone rang and her name appeared on the screen, making my heart skip. Following weeks of quiet, my daughter reached out. I responded quickly, shaking. I saw Marina on the other end. She seemed exhausted, her eyes darting like she was afraid someone was listening.
