I had to raise my husband at 6.30.
The alarm ringed, “Sasha, wake up!”
The second time: go, Sasha, get up!
Third time: it’s time, let’s go, it’s time to go! It is half eighth!
And at that moment I realized that my husband had left for a long time, and I shake my two-year-old son so he would get up to go to the airport.