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But a couple of weeks into my isolation, the door to my room pushed open and my son Daniel stood in the light that spilled in from the hallway. "Mommy,", my four-year old said, "I need you to be my mommy again."
I woke every morning to a tape of Robin Williams yelling "Good morning, Vietnam!" which seemed to sum up the state of siege.