The only thing that soothes me during my busy days working at a black company is my morning conversations with Mary, the married woman next door. One day, when I was too exhausted to even find relief, I lost my house key. Mary couldn't bear to see me panicking, so she let me into her house for a while, saying that her husband was on a business trip. Mary's kindness snapped my thread, and I couldn't help but mutter that I wanted to go back to being a baby. Mary gently embraced me as I was feeling down, and asked me if I should think of her as my mother and be spoiled...