”I promise, mommy will be home before your birthday.” I talked to my son on the call.

He’s sulking. Our usual conversation would be this. Him begging me to go home, or him asking me when I will be home. A month went by just like that. I can’t risk going home, especially that Ace had been tailing me all this time.

”But mommy I’m getting tired of waiting.”

My heart sank hearing his faint voice. The way he said it seems like he doesn’t really want to say those words to me. I ...