Blast from the Past #2

Ya, Waew, and Jieb called me by speaker phone this morning, while I was at work. These are the women who took care of Jip the longest since our arrival in Bangkok. They’d gotten together on a rare simultaneous day off from their new jobs.

Our conversation delighted me, and not just because I could report to them that Jip’s routines have been pretty stable for several weeks now. I was pleased that they had wanted to check in at all. Their only reason for calling was to ask how we are doing, what’s new at our apartment, and so on.

Hearing from them confirmed what I know but sometimes forget—that we’re pretty fun people to work for. People miss us after they’ve moved on.