The oldest, Cyrus Thompson sat to the side, with only half of his face visible in the frame.
Despite this, he didn't get angry with his younger brothers and sisters. He looked at Grace Thompson with a good-natured smile and a sigh of resignation, "Grace, stop poking the screen. Mommy can see you now."
At this, Grace finally turned her confused stare to the computer screen, her face lighting up with delight when she saw Charlotte Thompson's face.
"Mommy!"
Her call was full of energy, as though the drowsiness was instantly dispelled.
Charlotte's heart softened immensely. She quietly responded, wishing she could fly to Ashton immediately and hug them all.
She played with the silk headband in her hand, tying her hair back into a low ponytail as she soothingly addressed her darlings, "Babies, mommy still has some things to finish overseas. I will be back after a few days."
She glanced at Grace, who was still fiddling with the screen, and a headache began to form.