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The light goes on. The door opens. The 6 foot child walks in. He says I'm home. He sits on the edge of the bed. He sighs. His mother asks is all all right? Yes he says, it's all okay. Did something happen? No, he says, just life that happens. Life? Yeah, just life that happens. I reach over and squeeze his hand. He lifts his frame up off the bed. Good night, I love you he says and walks away.