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There was nothing else for the content baby boy to look at other than the faces of the strangers or family coming and going from his room. I could hear cries from an adjacent bed next door to Baby John’s and that at least made me glad for the poorly decorated walls that featured funky looking floors unlike the wallpaper in the halls. It meant we, as a family, didn't have to engage with whoever it was or anyone else for that matter. We did not have to show any sympathy, we did not feel for anyone but Baby John. Yet at the time there was still a strong sense of worry everyone in the family