“Oh, mom…” David hugged her and began crying. She did not reciprocate.
He wanted his mother to eat something, so he sat her down at the dinner table. He tried to take the napkin from her, but she clung to it.
“Mom, can you say something?” he asked. He poured hot water into a bowl with the contents of a can of soup. “I just want to know you’re ok. I know…