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[Since having her baby, life has become a constant blur of work. Dirty dishes, dirty diapers, delivering food to tourists who leave their table looking like a tornado went through, and trying to feed a toddler who thinks the funniest thing in the world is flinging his food at the wall. It's been a long time since Olivia's been in the room, and while she can't remember anything specific when she's back home, this place is also impossible to forget, so she's finally back]
[In a small room, with the door left open just a crack, she's sitting a foot or so away from an excitable little boy, who talks constantly in a language that only he can understand, although she would swear that every once in a while, she can hear him say "mommy". Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Currently, she's trying to coax him to his feet, though he's having none of it]
[In a small room, with the door left open just a crack, she's sitting a foot or so away from an excitable little boy, who talks constantly in a language that only he can understand, although she would swear that every once in a while, she can hear him say "mommy". Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. Currently, she's trying to coax him to his feet, though he's having none of it]
