I remember how I would lie half-awake at night listening to my son breathe when he was young and had asthma, and then, when he was a teen, until I heard the front door chime open, and I knew that he was home safe.
Saya teringat saat saya berbaring setengah sadar di malam hari sambil mendengarkan nafas anak saya ketika dia masih kecil dan menderita asma, lalu, ketika dia remaja, saat saya mendengar suara pintu depan dibuka, dan saya tahu dia sudah pulang dengan selamat.