As I sat with the kids on 7 February 2011, they were becoming
increasingly impatient. They had finished their two-week winter recess that
provided a reprieve from the daily uncertainty of whether their journey home would
be uneventful or dangerous. As the kids became increasingly eager to take the
long way home, instead of waiting for the military escort, I became frustrated
with their impatience—even though I knew my frustration was misplaced.
