<p class=”p1″>Four years after marriage, my work transferred me to another town. I had to leave my wife and our three-year-old girl behind and go alone. Before leaving, I promised to come home every weekend to see them. I tried. Every weekend I drove for almost five hours just to be home with my wife and kid. My daughter especially loved to see me and grew up to expect my return every weekend.</p>
<p class=”p1″>A year later, I grew tired. Driving to my family every weekend became an impossible thing. I made it two weeks; every fortnight I went home. That also didn’t favor me. It became every three weeks and then later became once a month. It wasn’t my fault and not that I had grown tired of seeing my family. I’d loved to see them every day but I got too tired every weekend. My job required a lot of traveling around and then at the end of the week, I crowned it with a five-hour drive back home. </p>