Albert
“Hi, son. When are you coming back? You told me you were going to return days ago, and it's been almost a week. Is my granddaughter okay?” she says, and I don't know how to respond. I stay silent, and I think she senses something.
“I want to see Beisy. Put her on a video call with me,” she says, and I don't know what to do at this moment.
“Mom, she's still sleeping. I assure you we'll be back this week, just be patient,” I say, trying to calm her.
“I hope so. You shouldn't have brought her with you. She's too young to accompany you on your trips. But this is the last time.” When she says that, I promise myself it will be. As much as I love her, I can't keep risking her.
“Yes, mom. It's the last time she comes with me. I'll let you know when we're coming back,” I try to calm her
