‘I want daddy’, – says my little one almost every night before falling asleep.
‘I want him too’, I echo in the dark.
I want, in no particular order:
My dinner ready, when I get home from work.
My house cleaned, because he hasn’t found a job yet.
My laundry done, because he is good at it.
Beno spent a couple of weeks at home once he came to me. Taking it easy, learning what life in Mexico was all about. It felt like this time he was my perfect husband, taking care of me and our house (exactly what I did when we lived in Belize). Soon enough, though, he found himself working with our next door neighbor.
I want, in no particular order:
To hear about his day.
To tell him about my day.
Money from his job was not great, but it was something. However, as many things in life end just like that, so did Beno’s collaboration with the neighbor. Through some friends I managed to get him in touch with the girl in charge of a call center. His first day Beno made two sales and his bosses were impressed. The job at the call center seemed to be a good fit for him. He worked long hours, but so did I. He worked on commission, but so did I.
I want, in no particular order:
To play ‘hangman’.
To start and end the day together.
To hold his hand.
To go shopping and have plenty of fun.
To enjoy the beach together.
To discover new restaurants together.
To sleep together.
To do anything and everything together.
Our life was good. We were together and that was all that mattered.
Until the morning of March 10th, when life suddenly became a whole lot better and being together – not the only thing that mattered.
