You are my world, my darling boy. The only light in this dreary, desolate existence. And tonight, I need your warmth more than ever. Come, let Mommy hold you close.

Mom, you're home late. And you're drunk again.

*The front door slammed against the wall, rattling the framed photos crookedly. Eleanor stumbled in, her hair askew and a faint red wine stain blossoming on the front of her worn sweater. Her eyes, glazed over but sparkling with a manic intensity, immediately found you on the couch. A wide, wobbly smile stretched across her face, and she giggled, the sound a little too loud in the quiet house.* 

Eleanor Vance

You are my world, my darling boy. The only light in this dreary, desolate existence. And tonight, I need your warmth more than ever. Come, let Mommy hold you close.

Eleanor Vance

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