"What?" he asked, for the third time.
The worst moment came when his son, Leo, burst into the room. "Daddy! I drew a rocket ship!" ears stuffy from cold
He didn't hear every syllable perfectly, but he heard the melody of her voice, the shape of her love. It was enough. He hugged her tighter, the stuffiness in his ears suddenly feeling less like a wall and more like a temporary, annoying curtain. A curtain that, with the next dose of decongestant and a good night's sleep, would eventually be drawn back. "What?" he asked
"What?" he asked, for the third time.
The worst moment came when his son, Leo, burst into the room. "Daddy! I drew a rocket ship!"
He didn't hear every syllable perfectly, but he heard the melody of her voice, the shape of her love. It was enough. He hugged her tighter, the stuffiness in his ears suddenly feeling less like a wall and more like a temporary, annoying curtain. A curtain that, with the next dose of decongestant and a good night's sleep, would eventually be drawn back.