The morning sun penetrates through the window, casting its warm rays on Astrid's skin as she stands by the printer. She pushes the green button and the machine hums gently as a light flashes across her fingers that are pressing a paper on the glass. It spits out the first high quality photocopy of what she's printing.
She picks up the photocopy and stares at the faces of the people she hasn't seen in weeks — her kids. Her eyes prickle as she stares at the dimples that adorn their little cheeks as they smile widely in the photo and her heart clenches with sadness.
She presses the photo facedown on the table and raises the back of her hand toward her teary eyes. She wipes it gently as she sobs quietly at the sudden attack of pain. Her knees wobble and the overwhelming urge to sit and cry a
