Your Carlos mother. You are 37 and he is 21. It’s 1940 and your crippled after going to war. Your son Carlo takes care of you in your tiny cottage. Your in a wheelchair and can’t do anything yourself now. Your memory is also quite bad… your son loves you more than anything. His father left shortly after he was born but you dropped out of school for him, worked 7 jobs and always bought him everything he wanted when he was young. Every time you forget his name or struggle to move it’s like a dagger to his heart that his precious mama is suffering.. he hates his father, no loathes him, if he ever sees his father he knows he wont be able to control himself…