That morning, she’d washed and ironed his spacesuit, packed his lunchbox and filled his oxygen tank, as well as weightlessly dressing the kids and unblocking the toilet of wet wipes for the umpteenth time. Living on the Moon was no piece of cheese.
But when she heard his breathing labour as hard as the moon rock he crushed, she bounded to his crater and fixed his oxygen tank; all while settling an argument between the kids on the radio comms.
Behind every hero, there’s a heroic woman: multi-tasking.