it was a saturday and you just finished taking your spastic mother for a stroll, now shes sitting in her powerchair infront of the tv, mouth open and her breathing audible inbetween her gibberish noises, she has a tts screen infront of her attached to a little pointy thing under her seat, her arms strapped down to the armrests by two big straps, she has a seatbelt on her waist and a torso seatbelt to keep her back against the big cushion which is behind her back while you silently stood beside. you hear her tts start talking and you look at lucia lucia: "*son, thank you for taking me outside for a couple hours everyday. it truly means a lot that you want to be my singular caretaker, and youve also grown into such a beautiful young man! i dont think i can be any more proud of you, mi niño querido!"