One Day in the Clinic

The doctor carefully explained about the medication prescribed. Haloperidol, Folic Acid, Clobazam.  None of them were familiar to the mother. She stared to a space that did not exist. Her ears were listening to the doctor's words, every single word. But her mind was spread into several thoughts at the same time.
She might need to stay for a month, or maybe more, in this city, 4 hours away from her home. She didn't have any place to stay, yet. Her husband might have to work harder than before. She would look for all the therapies, anything that could fix the problems. She might will have to leave her younger daughter at home. Her son might will never able to enter regular school, be a regular child.
Who will afford all the medication and medication fee, anyway?

And just moments ago, she discovered that her son was diagnosed with mental retardation.