When I was a little boy, my mother told me that I should always stay isolated from everyone, besides those who I served most, and my sister.
“But wat abou dad?” I said, looking up at her curiously.
Her face turned into something at the time I could not figure out. She looked sad and happy at the same time, but sometimes she would look mad and happy, or curious and sad, or sometimes even a mix of sadness, happiness, curiosity, and outrage. Even to this day, I can't recall her exact expression.
“Just stay away from everyone, besides those you serve the most, and your sister.”
“But wat abou mommy?” Replied my neive 5-year-old self.
“You serve mommy.” She leaned in closer to me. “You shouldn't ever leave mommy.”
I nodded and