motherhood

In the space she knew as the entirety of her world, Ma whispered comforting words to Jack, her five-year-old son. They lay on the creaky bed in 'Room', their world being an eleven-by-eleven-foot square. The room, furnished barely with a bed, a toilet, a wardrobe, a kitchen sink, and the omnipresent skylight, had been their cage for as long as Jack could remember.