The shell could never be cracked, but occasionally put aside. There is a time for everything and her ability to match emotions appropriately was finally starting to pay off. She spent the morning holding him in her arms, carrying him around with her while she continued with her odd jobs, because today that’s what he needed most. He needed to feel her heart beat, the vibrations when she talked, her breath on the top of his head and her hip shrug every time he started to droop. Today he needed her and she obliged. Tomorrow she could once again mount the shell on her back and take emotions in her stride.

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