The child in story is a illustration of how the actions of one tradition might benefit a larger group but might make smaller groups take the pain of the tradition. In the story the child is in a locked broom closet of a beautiful public building. The child is only given basic means to live and their only world is the broom closet, of which they're afraid of the cleaning tools within the room. A society made up different
The child in story is a illustration of how the actions of one tradition might benefit a larger group but might make smaller groups take the pain of the tradition. In the story the child is in a locked broom closet of a beautiful public building. The child is only given basic means to live and their only world is the broom closet, of which they're afraid of the cleaning tools within the room. A society made up different