[ WP ] `` Mom ? yes , it 's me ... Mom , I 'm okay , I 'm fine , but list -- let me speak ! ''

`` Mom? Yes, it's me. Mom, I'm okay. Yes, I'm fine. Yes- Come on, god- Just-'' The woman rubbed her brow, glancing out the window, her phone held to her ear. `` Can I just have ONE minute to talk? I've got something to say-'' She bit her upper lip in frustration, cut off again. 
 
 She glanced to a comrade nearby, who averts his eyes. `` Mom. Mom-'' The woman raises her voice after a deep breath. `` HEY. LISTEN.'' She moved her phone, taking a picture of the view outside of the window. 
 `` Here. Happy birthday.'' The woman said with a frustrated huff, letting go of the phone in her hand, which drifted away, gently tapping against the window of the International Space Station. 

