In this room, with no paint, only white stucco, were Mother and Son. The floor was carpeted, and on top of it was where Mother sat, cross-legged, her back hunched against the wall. There was only one chair in the room, and Son sat on it, in a corner of his own. There would be days when Son would want to interact with his parents, and there would be days…
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