Linda sighed deeply as she looked up high so that she can stare right into Mikey's eyes and hope that it'll be enough to get through to him. "I know this is going to sound weird but hear me out." she started...
Mikey gestured to the bed. "Come, sit with me," he said.
"No..." Linda said. "I need you to look at me. Don't you see something wrong?" Linda insisted. "Something is making us switch places. You're supposed to be the son and I'm supposed to be your mother. You have to believe me, Mom." she pleaded with him, her eyes never breaking contact with his own hoping that it will get through to him.
