I climb the stairs slowly. Each step feels heavier than the last. When I reach her, I don’t lunge. I don’t grab. I just stand there, close enough to feel her body heat, and I rest my forehead against hers.
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A specific action—a hand on the shoulder, a specific chair being sat in—re-establishes the "freeuse" reality. The mother does not say "hello" in a conventional way; she incorporates the protagonist back into the household rhythm physically. I don’t grab