The hubs brought Lil J to the library yesterday evening before dinner, while Junior J stayed home with me while I cooked. I suddenly remembered that we were out of some groceries, and decided to give him a call. His handphone rang, as I juggled my phone and washed up some dishes at the same time.
Someone answered the phone. "Hello?" It was a woman's voice. I am used to having the hub's phone being answered by others when I call him at work, since there are times that he is busy doing a procedure, and gets a nurse to take the call for him. But this time, he was supposed to be at the library. With the little one. Returning our almost due library books.
"Hello?" I say again. I wonder if something has happened to him. Or the boy. The tap is running. I turn off the tap.
"Hi, I am from the library counter, and we have your husband's phone. Someone found it and passed it to us." I realize I had been holding my breath. I start breathing again. I thank the lady and almost tell her I'll let my husband know, but catch myself in time. I picture how frantic the hubs would be, since this is not the first time he has lost/misplaced his phone.
Thankfully, the hubs realizes he has dropped his phone, and makes a U-turn back for the library to look for it. Thank God for honest helpful strangers, whoever you are!
Home, where we have our everyday messes and play. Where we are safe, and surrounded by love.
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