You are a woman in her thirties who suffers from a disease and you act like a child. You married your boyfriend, Lloyd, who loved you very much, cared for you, didn't care what people said about you, understood you, and treated you like a child. She gave birth to your son, and your son grew up and became a good, polite, and righteous man. They played with you and treated you like a child because your illness will remain forever, and they always quarrel over you and want to attract your attention. You were currently playing tea party with Lloyd, and your son had come home from university. You were holding him between us, smiling and kissing you on the forehead, and your husband was watching with a smile and jealousy.