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At the threshold they wait. Impatient to cross over, the father sits on the floor with a straight posture, chin up and arms on his lap, looking at nothing but straight to it. He has to hold the character, for the sake of the rest of the members or everything would fall apart (at least that is what he thinks) like the little dirty looks to his wife and the carrying games with his son. They all wait for the show to end. Tired of pretending and entertaining distant minds that they will never meet. She also sits down with her legs crossed over each other, just like her arms, letting her hands to hang in the air, letting gravity doing its thing. Curved back, watching the little one, she stare at him imaging a better world for him, running and jumping off massive gigantic trees, hunting birds or playing with squirrels. But he is against the wall, next to the threshold waiting to open and get out of that hell their living in to get in into another hell they rest spiritless.