This is the young wife and one year old son of the cook at the residential hotel where my mother lives. They live in a room off the basement garage; their older boy is somewhere "at home" with grandparents. This child and I have taken to each other and the father says, only half jokingly, take him to England, give him a good life. Then we all laugh uncomfortably. Anything else I might say here would be mawkish. Bring on Madonna or Angelina Jolie... I can see the temptation, the smug pat on one's own back.