The hectic days of working for a black company... The only solace is a conversation every morning with Mary, a married woman next door. One day, when I was so exhausted that the healing did not work, I dropped the key to the house. Mary, who couldn't see me panicking, decided to let her husband into the house for a while because he was on a business trip. Mary's kindness broke my strings, and I involuntarily muttered that I wanted to go back to when I was a baby. Mary gently hugged me when I was depressed, and thought of me as a mom and spoiled me. I said...