and when i tell him my name, he tells me he’s forgotten it. and when i tell him how long it’s been, he tells me it’s was just like yesterday. and when he asks about mom, i remind him that she’s dead. then he looks at me like i’ve killed her and i wipe the dribble off his chin. i pick up the spoon and he tells me he’s not hungry anymore, he won’t eat until she comes to see him. i tell him that she’s gone. he asks me who i am as i feed him, and it begins all over again.