Today, unusually for a Sunday I woke up at 6 and then went to the living room so as to not disturb my husband and son who were sound asleep. I grabbed a cup of hot tea, played hushed music and checked my phone. I’m an early sleeper so I usually see all my messages sent overnight, the next morning. Two messages stood out in particular. One was from an old school friend and one from a dear friend here in the US. The school friend suspected his child was missing milestones with