(John): Look for the tag..That says Thursday!

(Mom): Okay. No, but, don’t! Turn on the light, I can’t see!

(John): The light is over there, here is where the light is.

You don’t need the light on in there.

(Mom): Stop— Jesus Christ.

Why are you doing this to me?

(John): Because you need to do this!

Read it! Im asking you to read one fucking word!

(Mom): I’ve never seen this before?!

(John): I don’t care! I said read the tag!

(Mom): The tag says Sunday.

(John): Okay, then what!

Whats another one?

(Mom): Can I take the pill now?

(John): I said, read the tag!

(Mom): I did!

(John): No you didn’t! You read one! There’s four tags there! Read the tag!

(Mom): Okay. God…

Sunday is passed.. god..

So Sunday is the one? —oh Never mind.

(John): Again, read the tag!

(Mom): Why—why are you doing this to me?

(John): Because, I said… Read the tag!

(Mom): Oh!

(John):—and for some reason, you refuse to read the tag!

(Mom): Okay, This one is Sunday, so what do I do now?

(John): Oh my god—How many times do I have to say read the tags?! That’s Sunday is one tag, there’s four of them!

(Mom): Okay.

(John): Read the tags!

(Mom): Okay! Okay I’ll read all the tags, god. Sunday is here, Saturday… Is it Saturday?

(John): No, okay that’s another tag, there’s two other ones still. Keep reading the tags until you read all four of the tags!

(Mom): Okay. okay. (Mom crying)

—

(Mom): Where are you?

That’s it? I took my pills now?

(Rebeca): Your worried about what, mama? Yes, you did, you’re done.

Come sit with me.

(Mom): Okay.

I’m going to go downstairs.

(Rebecca): come sit with me. What did you eat for dinner?

(Mom): umm ummm.

(Rebecca): Come sit with me and talk with me a little bit.

(Mom): Wait., That's what happened to me last time, and I took all of them. I popped them all in.

(Rebecca): I know.

(Rebecca): Okay, come sit here, sit down for a minute, take a breath.

(Mom): I’ll sit with you and take a breath. Okay.

(Rebecca): God, shit. It's a lot of yelling..

Yeah.

(Rebecca): for a long time.

(Mom): I know. It's okay, don't say anything. Please. okay?

(Rebecca): I'm pretending that I'm not home, okay?

(mom): Okay.

(Rebecca): It’s not okay, though, he can't be doing that.

(Mom): God. Okay, all right.

(Rebecca): You feel better?

(mom): Yea.

(Rebecca): want to put pajamas on?

(Mom): All right.

(Rebecca): Might as well.

(mom): Actually, I’m, I’m gonna keep my clothes on, because we're going to tonight?

(Rebecca): You’re leaving tonight?

(mom): Yeah—

(Rebecca): or tomorrow?

(Mom): Yeah.

(Rebecca): Okay. I have my bag ready and everything.

(Rebecca): Is it ready? You have two pairs of underwear? Two pants, two t-shirts?

(Mom): Yes.

(Rebecca): Two socks?

(mom) Yes.

(Rebecca): Did he yell at you?

(mom): No. It's just the fucking pills. I hate him.

I get anxious.

(Rebecca): Why cant he hand it to you?

He's sitting right there.

(mom): I don’t know.. He's like that, ah, it's okay.

(Rebecca): It's not okay. It's making you worse. You shouldn't be having anxiety with this.

(Mom): I know.

(Rebecca): Okay. Drink more water, mama. Drink water, When you go downstairs, okay?

Do you want hot tea?

(Mom): No.

(Rebecca): Okay, good, keep walking. straight ahead. You can do it, I’ll turn the light on for you.

(Mom): Why don't you just come in with me and make tea with me?

(Rebecca): You want me to go with you to make the tea?

(Mom): Yeah.

(Rebecca): okay, let's go.