Orn’s phone rang mid-shift at the sewing factory, and she answered it with a sigh.
Her son, Pong, had caused trouble at a local diner.
Her Asperger-afflicted boy was sweet, but he was a handful.
She resorted to locking him indoors, to ensure he wouldn’t put himself in harm’s way or cause more trouble.
But the damage was done. Orn was let go at work.
Stretched between providing and caring for her high needs son, she snaps.
She felt the recoil long after.