The boy and his mother were the sole survivors of a sunken ship. The empty house was their island. The boy adored his mother and she adored him. With his sword, he protected her against monsters and dragons. He was her knight, her warrior, her savior.
No one entered the empty house. The boy had a vague memory of another time and place, with plenty of sun and people getting in and out of the house, guests who used to play with him and admire him. Sometimes he would say: “I wish to visit this or that, please take me there”, or “Can this or that visit me?” But seeing his mother’s eyes clouding, he stopped asking.
From time to time they did have company; on the computer’s screen he saw his grandmother, or his uncle, moving, talking to him. “I miss you” he would tell them knowingly, “but I live far far away, you would have to take a plane if you wanted to visit me”. And they blew out a kiss for him, on the computer’s screen, and he grabbed it in the air saying, “I’ve got it”.
The beautiful boy and his mother lived on an island. No one entered the empty house. They would play games, invent stories and kill dragons. Sometimes she would feel sad and he would comfort her, hugging her in a manly manner, saying “I love you mother”, or fly in the air wearing his yellow Superman cape in order to make her laugh. He adored her, and she adored him.