Take me home for Easter, son, please. I’ll sit in the corner and not bother anyone. I can’t continue.
“Daddy,” I say, “you are acting like a child. You are cared for here, fed, and given medication, yet all you keep saying is, “I want to go home,” over and over again. I’ll be better off at home since I haven’t been there in a year. The son declared, “I will take you without…