I immediately picked up my fork, speared the chicken wing on my plate, and stuffed it into my mouth, chewing and swallowing mechanically.Mom watched me, and her fork slipped from her hand with a sharp clatter against the table.She clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted into the kitchen. Moments later, I heard the muffled sounds of her sobbing coming from inside.Dad set his fork down, let out a heavy sigh, and looked at me. "Dex, you don't have to wait for commands anymore. Just do whatever you want, okay?"I swallowed the chicken and looked back at him. "Please specify the command." Days bled into weeks like this.They stopped giving me commands. However, without a command, all I could do was sit there, from sunrise to nightfall, like a machine trapped in standby mode.Every day, Mom would sit by my side and tell me stories from when I was little.She talked about how, when I was three, I said "Mom" for the very first time, and she was so ecstatic that she scooped me up a
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