Dreamhall

Prologue:

Cold, dark and fear.

What happened to me? I opened my eyes but couldn’t see anything. The cold was bone-chilling; I was lying on a hard and cold surface. Was it stone?

“Emily, you can’t stay here; you will freeze,” I told to myself and tried to stand up. However, my body refused to respond. My legs and arms rested on the cold surface and my head was the only part of my body that obeyed my command and lifted from the surface.

Seconds later three small flames appeared above my head, and I could see a small round room looking like a dungeon. The surface I was lying on was the stone floor and I noticed several doors on the perimeter wall. The burning torches were located between the doors.

I didn’t have any idea where I was and how I got there. I didn’t recognize the room but there was a vague memory deep in my mind as if I had been here long ago. There was another mystery; why my body refused to react to my commands? Was I paralyzed?

My thread of thoughts was interrupted by a familiar feeling; my bladder was getting full. To my utter terror I realized I couldn’t stand up and relieve myself. All I could do was clenching my muscles and call for help.

“HEEEEEELP!” my voice echoed in the small stone dungeon but there was no reply at all. The attempt to clench my muscles failed and I felt the hot urine on my crotch and legs.

At that moment one of the doors opened and an unknown force pulled my limp body to it. I was flying through the door and heard it slam loudly.

Part 1

I opened my eyes and needed a minute or two to realize I had been dreaming. I was lying in my bed; a special anti-bedsore one. My body was paralyzed after overcoming polio earlier in the past; surprisingly I didn’t remember it.

“Good morning, Emily. How did you sleep?” my caretaker Michelle opened the door and walked over to my bed. She was a very nice woman, about 10 years older than me but she was like my mother for me.

“Morning, Michelle,” I smiled at her and paused when the breathing stimulator made me inhale, “I slept well but I had a very strange dream.”

“Nice, tell me about it, but let’s take care of you first,” she leaned down and removed the blanket. The stench of urine spread across the room. My diaper was soaked as usual. I couldn’t control my bladder and bowels.

“Let’s setup the breathing rate first,” she switched the stimulator to the DAY mode, and I felt my breathing getting quicker. Fortunately, I had a breathing stimulator with implanted electrodes in my chest muscles that controlled my breathing. It was much better than the older breathing machines.

“Now you need a clean diapee,” she always used the childish word, but I wasn’t angry at her. It was somehow cute. Michelle untapped the soggy garment and revealed my shaved crotch. She shaved it regularly to keep my hygiene and avoid the diaper rash. She took the wet wipe and started cleaning me. I liked the cleaning; it was very pleasant, and I closed my eyes. Michelle knew it and she rubbed my sensitive parts a bit more than necessary. I was getting a little aroused and Michelle knew about it. However, I didn’t have the courage to ask her for more.

When she finished changing my diaper, she took off my nightshirt and dressed me into a comfortable home wear and lifted me into my wheelchair.

“Let’s have your breakfast, dear,” she smiled, and I moved my head to the wheelchair controller and drove off towards the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon was spreading across the room. Michelle sat down next to me and commenced feeding me. I opened my mouth just like a small baby and ate my portion slowly, bite by bite.

“Tell me about the dream, dear,” she turned to me when we finished, and she cleaned up the dishes.

“It was quite strange, Michelle. I was lying on the ground in a stone cave and there were doors around the cave. All of sudden one door opened, and I was pulled towards it. As the door closed behind me, I woke up.”

“This is strange indeed. It’s been a dream only but still unusual. What if we looked at a dream book?”

“What? A dream book? Do you believe in that stuff, Michelle?”

“Emily, we don’t have to take it serious. At least we can have fun,” she laughed, and I joined her. After all, a little fun couldn’t hurt.

“Okay but there is no dream book in my bookshelves. What if we went to a bookstore and found a dream book there?”

“A good idea for a trip. However, we don’t need to buy the book; there is a local library nearby and we can borrow and read it. Let’s redress you and we can go. The library is close, so we don’t need to drive. I can wheel you there not to waste the battery energy.” Michelle wheeled me back to my bedroom and put me back onto my bed. She took of my pants and T-shirt and revealed the wet diaper. I had peed after the breakfast.

“Well, you should make a poopie before we leave,” she massaged my tummy tenderly and I felt a mass of poop filling the back of my diaper. I couldn’t push and needed help for the number 2. Michelle put a protection sheet under my bottom and opened the messy package between my legs. She cleaned me thoroughly and I closed my eyes. Despite the terrible smell I liked the cleaning process very much.

After the diaper change Michelle put tights and dress on me; I still wanted to look pretty. She lifted me into the wheelchair and pushed me slowly out of the house and towards the local library. That visit was my first one and I was getting curious about it.

The library was a small building near our park. There were few people inside most of the time and the librarian was a nice young man. As I asked him for a dream book, he looked surprised.

“Miss, are you serious? I don’t remember when somebody asked me for a dream book for the last time,” he smiled at me and seemed to be amused by my request.

“Of course, I am, but I’m not ready to believe everything I’d find there,” I repaid his comment and he laughed shortly.

“Okay then. Wait a moment,” he turned away and walked over to the big shelves. Five minutes later he returned.

“Would you like to read it here or would you like to borrow it?”

“I think I will read it here. I’ve had only one dream that requires an explanation,” I smiled back.

He passed the book to Michelle and she wheeled me to a small table where I could see the pages; she opened the book and browsed the pages to find a match.

“This is a hit; read,” she put the book onto the table, and I read:

“Cave with doors – you can make a decision and the doors are your options.”

“Oh, what does it mean?” I turned my head to Michelle and looked at her as if I expected an answer. However, she looked confused and shook her head.

“Sorry, miss, but you remind me of my sister,” the young librarian’s voice sounded behind my back.

“How so?”

“She is also wheelchair bound and I have to take care of her. Our parents died at a car crash and she broke her backbone. Fortunately, I wasn’t hurt seriously and I’m her only family. She is a clever girl and I imagined her doing the same you are just now.”

“Does she have strange dreams?”

“I don’t know but she likes to do crazy things for fun; she always smiles and keeps good mood.”

“Nice,” I smiled at him, “anyway we have found something that we don’t understand at all.”

“Well, consider it fun then,” he laughed again and turned away when a girl sitting on a wheelchair emerged from behind the shelves.

“Thomas, can you give me …” she stopped in the middle of the sentence when she noticed me, “oh sorry; you are busy.”

“No sis, I was only talking to our client. What do you need?”

“Oh, that can wait,” she wheeled towards my wheelchair, “Miss, you are new here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am,” I smiled at her, “Nice to meet you. My name is Emily, and this is my caretaker, Michelle.”

“Nice to meet you, too. My name is Angie,” she stretched her arm but stopped and retracted it when she noticed my limp arms on the chair rests, “Sorry, Miss Emily.”

“No problem and call me Emily only please. Your brother has told me about you already. Can I ask you what you are doing here?”

“Sure. I’m learning. I’d like to become an IT expert, but I can’t attend a regular school. Thomas takes care of me here and I spend my days reading books. What about you?”

“I had a strange dream last night and now we read a dream book.”

“Really?” she laughed, “This is fun. What did you learn?”

Michelle showed her the article about my dream and Angie stopped laughing and her face got serious.

“This is very interesting even if it looks crazy. Emily, do you know about some options you can choose of?”

“No idea, Angie. What could I choose? A food for dinner? My clothes? I don’t think the dream was about it.”

“I don’t know. Speaking about dinner; what if you visited us tonight? Thomas said you were all alone. We are all alone, too. Michelle, could you arrange it?”

“Of course, dear,” Michelle smiled.

“How so? Don’t you have any family?” Angie got curious and I was confused suddenly.

“No, I don’t … I don’t remember any family.”

“Oh, this is odd. What happened to you? Why are you paralyzed?

“It was polio, but I also don’t remember when and where.”

“Polio? I don’t know about an amnesia as a polio consequence. In either case, your parents or siblings would have found you and remind you of your past.”

“I don’t know, Angie; this is … a mystery.”

“Okay, we can think of it tonight after dinner,” she smiled at me.

“See you later,” she wheeled back to the shelves and Thomas followed her.

“Well, let’s go shopping for the dinner,” I turned to Michelle and she put the dream book back onto the counter and wheeled me out of the library.

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Part 2

“Michelle,” I turned to her while she was wheeling me towards the shop, “I can’t stop thinking of the dream book and Angie’s words. She asked me about my options to choose of and I didn’t find any answer except obvious everyday choices. Is there any really serious decision?”

“I don’t have any idea, dear. You have been living in your apartment and I’ve been taking care of you. This looks like a simple life, doesn’t it?”

“Right, it is too simple, but Angie took me aback with her question about my family. How is possible that I don’t remember my family and friends and don’t remember anything else from my past. When and where I was struck by polio?”

“Right, dear,” Michelle looked surprised, “I also don’t remember my past. I’ve been taking care of you but I don’t remember when I started.”

“Michelle, you spend 24 hours a day with your job. There is nobody else to do it. Wouldn’t you like to take a break sometimes?”

“I haven’t thought about it, dear,” her answer was quite surprising. Didn’t she have any family or friends? We were as lonely as Thomas with Angie. I couldn’t get rid of an impression that something was wrong with us.

As we approached the shopping center, I realized another issue. Where did we get money for our expenses from? A disability pension couldn’t cover them. I never asked Michelle about it, but it was another mystery of my life.

“Michelle, our expenses are quite high. We have been living in a comfortable apartment and you’ve never complained about lack of money. The care is quite expensive.”

“I’m a little surprised that you never asked me about it, dear. All our expenses are covered by the ALIVITA foundation.”

“What? What is it?” I was shocked by the fact that a foundation was spending its money for the expensive care of an unknown woman.

“No idea, dear. I have got a credit card and I can buy whatever you want or whatever I want. The debt is paid off regularly every month and nobody has complained about its amount so far.”

“Didn’t you ask about the foundation?”

“Of course, I did, dear but I all I’ve found is the name and I don’t have any idea about the meaning of its founder or any other details,” she shrugged.

Meanwhile we reached the food store and Michelle took a shopping basket customized for wheelchairs; it could be put onto the chair and on my lap. It was a comfortable solution for disabled persons. She wheeled me along the shelves and put the foods into the basket. If I could use my arms, I would be able to use that kind of basket, too.

“Michelle, what will we have to dinner? It should be some kind of celebration; the first visit of Thomas and Angie. We could have grilled salmon, for example.”

“A good idea, dear. Grilled salmon and vegetable salad are a delicious meal.”

“Maybe a bottle of wine?”

“Why not? However, take into account that you will pee a lot when you drink alcohol. You might need a diaper change during the dinner.”

“I think that Thomas and Angie will understand; Angie needs diapers for sure.”

“Okay then,” Michelle wheeled me to the wine shelf and picked a bottle of Chardonnay. I smiled; she seemed to know about wine brands.

About half an hour later we arrived at home. Michelle ushered me to the kitchen and unloaded the shopping.

“Well, time to prepare lunch, dear. Do you need a clean diaper before I start?”

“I think so,” I replied instantly. My diaper was quite full after the whole morning outside.

“Let’s change you then, my little girl,” she teased me as usual and I liked that game a lot. My condition was quite like a baby. Although I was an adult and didn’t accept the true baby role, her comment was somehow cute.

Michelle wheeled me to my bedroom, laid me onto the bed and changed my diaper slowly and tenderly. She also redressed me into the home wear, and we returned to the kitchen. She cooked lunch and fed me afterwards.

The afternoon was long, and I couldn’t wait until the evening. I watched a TV show but couldn’t focus on it. Michelle watched the show with me, but she left for the kitchen to prepare the dinner.

Finally, the bell rang, and Michelle hurried up to answer the door. I could hear Thomas and Angie from the entrance hall, and they appeared in the doorframe a minute later.

“Welcome,” I smiled at them widely and drove the wheelchair towards Angie and stopped next to her.

“Thanks, Emily,” she smiled back and wheeled herself towards the table.

“Take place,” Michelle turned to Thomas. He sat down and so did Michelle. I drove to the table as well and stopped near Michelle, so she could feed me.

“Michelle, you are a good cook indeed; the salmon is delicious,” Angie smiled at Michelle after the very first bite and Thomas nodded. They probably didn’t have many opportunities to that kind of luxurious meal; salmon was quite expensive. I almost asked Angie, but I bit my lip; it would be impolite.

Michelle opened the wine bottle and poured the wine into four cups. We had a toast to the lucky coincidence that led me and Michelle to the library.

After dinner we continued the talk from the morning. I didn’t remember my past and neither did Michelle. What about Thomas and Angie?

“Angie, I don’t remember my parents or anything else from my past and neither does Michelle. What about you and your brother?” I was quite curious about her answer.

“Well, I don’t remember the accident, but it isn’t surprising,” Angie shrugged, “The doctors explained me about amnesia after stressful experience.”

“Okay but you should remember your past before the accident, shouldn’t you?”

“Yeah … wait … I can’t recall any memories either,” Angie looked confused.

“How is it possible?” Thomas interjected, “I also can’t remember anything.”

“Hey! Has anybody had a dream like I had?” If I had a strange dream, what about the others?

Michelle, Angie and Thomas shook their heads.

Before the next questions I felt a stream of pee hitting my diaper. I wasn’t changed since lunch and Michelle was busy before dinner. Now my diaper was soaked.

“Michelle?” I turned to her and she nodded.

“Excuse us for a short moment,” she turned to Thomas and Angie and Angie grinned.

“Did the wine pass your body that quickly? Don’t worry; it happens to me too,” she giggled and reached between her legs and looked at Thomas.

“Well, we both need clean diapers,” I laughed, and Angie joined me.

“Thomas, take Angie to the guest room. There is a comfortable couch there,” Michelle pointed at the door to the guest room and wheeled me to the bedroom.

After our diaper changes we talked more about the strange dream but didn’t find any explanation. The evening was quite pleasant, and we planned more common activity.

When Thomas and Angie left and Michelle prepared me fore the night, I was getting curious about my upcoming dreams. I couldn’t fall asleep out of excitement and curiosity.

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Part 3:

“Morning, dear,” Michelle’s voice sounded cheerful like usual, “let’s begin another sunny day.”

“Morning, Michelle,” I opened my eyes and smiled. I loved the way Michelle woke me up. I sometimes dreamed about a handsome man that would wake me up with a passionate kiss but it was a dream only. Who would live with a paralyzed girl?

Suddenly Thomas’s face appeared in front of my mind eyes. He took care of his disabled sister, and he knew about that kind of care even if I was a challenge even for him. He didn’t have to feed Angie or take care of her breathing.

While Michelle was cleaning my crotch, I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touches. To be honest, I didn’t like diapers, but the diaper change was a pleasant experience. Again, I imagined Thomas and smiled.

“Hey, what are you thinking of?” Michelle’s voice returned me to reality, “According to the smile you are daydreaming.”
“Yeah,” I nodded and blushed and Michelle noticed my blush and laughed.
“You like the diaper change, and you would accept some handsome man rubbing your crotch or even more,” she rubbed my crotch even stronger. My blush revealed she was right.
“Will we go look for a boyfriend?” she teased me, and I laughed.
“No, dear, but we could go to a movie today. Some romantic stuff would be fine.”
“Well, why not? Let’s have our breakfast and we can go.”

After breakfast and the necessary diaper change Michelle dressed me and put me into my wheelchair and we headed towards the city center.

The movie was great, and I almost cried at some scenes. I really loved that kind of movies and I also liked to go to movie instead watching them on TV. I needed company and I felt good among other people. I rarely faced surprised or sympathetic looks; most people accepted my condition and didn’t ask me stupid questions.

While Michelle was wheeling me out from the cinema, I still was daydreaming about a prince when my thread of thoughts was interrupted by a voice:

“Emily! What are you doing here? Who is this person?”
I lifted my head and looked at an older woman. She was apparently taken aback.
“What am I doing here? I’m going home from a cinema, and this is my caretaker, Michelle. But who are you?”
“How so? I’m your mother! Don’t you recognize me?”
“No, madam. Sorry but you have to be wrong and consider me somebody else.”
“Emily! My Emily! How could you forget your mother?”
“I’m terribly sorry, madam. Are you okay? Don’t you need help?”

The woman kept silent, and tears appeared in her eyes. She turned away and left.

“Michelle, let’s go home please, and hurry up,” I turned to Michelle. She also needed some time to recover from the shock but she composed herself and wheeled me back home.

“Who was the woman? Was she insane? I really don’t recognize her,” we were sitting at the table, Michelle was drinking her own coffee and holding another cup at my lips.
“I don’t recognize her either,” Michelle replied, “but she looked sincere and sane.”
“It is a mystery indeed. What if we asked Angie? Let’s go to the library.”
“Right, a good idea,” Michelle nodded and stood up to get dressed. Half an hour later we were sitting in the library and Angie was listening to our last experience.

“I don’t know, Emily. She could be your mother but why didn’t you recognize her?”
“No idea, Angie. I don’t remember anything from my past, and you told me yesterday you didn’t either.”
“Emily, I have got a really crazy idea. Don’t laugh upon me please. Could you imagine that we live a part of our lives? It is just like a novel in more parts, and we have only one of them. Your parents and your polio and my accident are included in other parts.”
“Wow, it looks crazy indeed,” I nodded, “but it would match our condition. Our lives are somehow limited to a period.”
“Okay but how did your mother get into another part?”
“A book page went astray and ended into another part,” I laughed.
“Well, it’s easy in a book. Tear out a page and put it into another chapter. Our lives are not a book though.”
“Hey, Angie, I have got another crazy idea. What do you think about switching parts? Would it be possible to get to another part of the book to see the events in our past?”
“Why past only? What about future?” she was amused by the idea.
“Wait! The dream and doors!” I realized the possible connection.
“Right. The doors could be the parts.”
“Stop please. We are fantasizing though. All the ideas are crazy indeed. To be honest, I need a bit of fresh air to get rid of all this bullshit. Could we go to the park?”
“I’ll join you with pleasure; I have to tell Thomas,” Angie headed towards the counter.

Michelle wheeled me to the park and stopped at a bench; she sat down and relaxed. Angie and I were sitting in our wheelchairs and relaxing as well. The silence was broken by bird chirping only and I closed my eyes.

“Emily!” a kid’s voice woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked at a small boy about five. I didn’t recognize him.
“Hey, who are you? Sorry but I don’t remember you.”
“Emily, I’m Jimmy and my brother goes to the community.”
“Which community?”
“Did you forget? It is the Caring Heart.”
“Sorry, Jimmy. I really don’t know what you are talking about. You consider me somebody else.”

“Jimmy, come to mommy!” a female voice called the boy and he ran away. However, I was shocked. Angie and Michelle looked at the boy as well and they were confused.

“What the hell is going on? This is the second person that knows me, and I don’t know who they are. Today is a cursed day.” I shook my head.

Michelle was wheeling me back to the library and Angie was wheeling herself and following us. When we were about to say goodbye, Angie suddenly turned to me.

“Sorry to ask you a sensitive question. Thomas works in a library and I got some money from the insurance and I have a disability pension but your life has to be more expensive. Have you got a gold mine?”
“Nope, Angie. However, our expenses are covered by a foundation ALIVITA.”
“Why should a foundation cover the expenses of a disabled woman and her caretaker? What is its name? ALIVITA? Come in and I’ll try to find more about it.”

Angie switched on her computer and started searching the Internet.

“ALIVITA – a research program about an alternative life.”

“What? An alternative life? Angie, the ideas are not as crazy as they seemed to be,” I read the message over and over.

Suddenly I felt wetness between my legs. I looked down and realized the wet patch on my pants. I forget about diaper changes.

“Michelle, we have a problem,” I looked at my caretaker, “my diaper has leaked.”
“No problem, dear. I’ll cover you and we will fix everything at home.”
“Not necessary, Emily. Michelle can wheel you to the private room and go home fetch clean pants and all necessities,” Angie reacted.
“Thanks, Angie,” I smiled and Michelle wheeled me to the private room behind the counter. We spent about half an hour with small talk until Michelle came back.

In the evening I again couldn’t fall asleep and kept thinking about that “alternative life”. I was somehow curious about my alleged mother and Jimmy.

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Part 4

Cold, dark and fear!

What was going on? My body was resting on a soft surface, and I felt like a heavy stone was resting on my chest. I tried to push it away but my muscles refused to react. How did I get here? I wasn’t able to remember anything.

“Emily, try to think! You don’t belong here,” my mind was working hard but everything was hidden like in a fog. All I knew was my name and the fact that my body was paralyzed; however, I didn’t have any idea what had happened.

All of sudden three small flames appeared above me and I spotted a stone cave. There were several doors on the perimeter wall. The doors were somehow familiar, and a vague memory appeared in front of my eyes. I was here long ago, one of them had opened and I had passed it. However, I didn’t know what was behind them.

I also realized I was lying on a hospital bed and the heavy stone on my chest was some kind of machine. I was dressed in a hospital gown; my legs were kept apart by a thick diaper package. To my utter horror I felt the weight and wetness of the diaper; it was soaked.

My bladder was full, and I felt a strong urge to pee. I tried to clench the muscles, but my body again refused to obey my commands. The muscles relaxed and I peed myself like a little baby. The diaper probably leaked, and I couldn’t do anything but wait until somebody would change it.

One of the doors opened and I guessed it was a different door; my body was lifted from the bed and carried towards the open door.


“Emily! My little girl! Wake up.”

My mom’s voice made me open my eyes. I was lying in my hospital bed and a breathing machine was resting on my chest. I was paralyzed because of a polio attack when I was about 12. Since then I spent most of my life in this damn hospital bed. I couldn’t move a single finger. My mother and a nurse had to feed me, change my diapers, and massage my limp body to avoid bedsores.

“How did my baby sleep?” my mom asked me this question almost every day and I hated when she called me a baby. I was an adult woman, and my mind was clear, but my body was paralyzed. However, she liked the care and instinctively considered me a baby.

“Mom, I’m not a baby. Although … I need diapers and you have to feed … me, I’m still adult,” I asked her just like many times before. I had to make breaks when the breathing machine pulled on my chest, and I inhaled.

“I had a strange dream.”
“What dream, my … my little Emily?”
I described her the dream and she stared at me in utter surprise.
“Are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”

“No please; it’s been a dream only,” I hated her overprotective behavior. She would be willing to call a psychiatrist. I was quite curious to find out about that dream, but I didn’t know whom to ask. I didn’t have any real friends; my entire world consisted of home, hospital, church, and the Caring Heart community. My mom homeschooled me, so I didn’t attend school either. I sometimes asked mom to take me to the park, to a shopping center or to movies but her usual answer was like ‘the people are bad; they wouldn’t accept a crippled person’.

I desperately tried to remember my life before I overcame polio; that life had to be different, and I had to have friends and fun then. Unfortunately, I couldn’t recall any single person or experience. I also didn’t remember the polio itself. Something was amiss; was it caused by the illness?

“Okay, we can talk about it at the Community then. A meeting has been scheduled today. Are you looking forward to it?”
“Okay, mom,” I sighed. Mom’s mention of Community spoiled my mood. The Caring Heart community was a place where we met other disabled people. Unfortunately, most of them were disabled mentally and I couldn’t even talk with them. There were several exceptions, but their opinions were like my mother’s ones, and I didn’t understand them. Why didn’t they want to spend their time with healthy people? The community looked like an isolated island where the inhabitants liked to live there and refused any contacts to the surroundings. I felt lonely and abandoned and unhappy, and I couldn’t change it without help.

Without waiting for my answer, she reached to the breathing machine and switched it into the DAY mode. My breathing got faster. After that she lifted the blanket and noticed a wet patch beneath my behind.

“Oh, poor thing. You have leaked during the night. Mommy has to add an extra diaper the next night.”

I sighed when I heard the words. The package between my legs was thick already. Mom used cloth diapers and they were uncomfortable. My legs were held wide apart in the night. She sometimes mentioned the disposable ones, but they were too expensive for her, and she told something about a foundation; according to her the foundation was devil’s work.

Finally mom opened the rubber pants and removed the wet package from between my legs. I felt a big relief even if the urine reek spread across the room. She cleaned my crotch but she was careful not to rub more than necessary. I sometimes got a pleasant feeling and moaned, but she instantly stopped and gave me an accusing look.

My bedsheet was wet and mom needed help; she called the nurse and they lifted me from the bed and changed the sheet. After that mom put a clean diaper and clean rubber pants on me.

“Emily, wait a little until mommy brings you breakfast,” she switched on the TV and left. However, an infantile show was on, and I closed my eyes not to watch it. I rarely could watch some an interesting movie or an interesting show; my mom was strict, and she carefully picked the programs I could watch. I knew that she loved me deeply, but she still ignored my adult condition.”

About fifteen minutes later mom came back and she was carrying a tray with breakfast. There was cake and cocoa on the tray. It was a bit childish, but I didn’t mind it. Mom’s cakes were always delicious, and she was even famous by them. Our neighbors and the people in the Community kept praising her cooking skills.

Mom fed me the breakfast and I really felt like a baby. She was a loving mother indeed and I forgot about her behavior for awhile. However, this idyll suddenly ended with the last bite of my breakfast. Her words brought me back to the sad reality.

“Well, let’s prepare you now. It’s time to go to the Community.”