Des:He works in a black company and lives a busy life... His only comfort is his morning conversations with Mary, a married woman who lives next door. One day, when I was so exhausted that even therapy wasnt working, I dropped my house keys. Miss Mary couldnt bear to see me panicking, because her husband was on a business trip, so she decided to let me stay at her house for a while. Marissannes kindness made me feel disconnected and I couldnt help but whisper that I wanted to go back to being a baby. Miss Mary hugged me gently when I was depressed, thinking I was her mother and doting on me? I said...