Some nights, when she can, they both sit and watch a movie. She doesn’t watch the television. And does not let her boy.

But sometimes she allows a movie.

Quiet movies. Animation.

Some are set in wooded places. Others in ancient cities. Others are in the clouds.

But what matters is the quiet.

They sit in silence. She and her boy. Her boy in her lap. She holds him. As they watch. Scenes unfolding over so much time.