It is a known fact that Stephen King lived without a father. And it was not hindrance for him to grow up in a famous writer.
But what does a boy feel when the main buttress in his life is only a mother? (For me, one of the most funny and at the same time enough serious episode in the SK's work 'On writing' is the episode when Stephen and his brother after boys' prank muse sadly on the subject whether their mother will visit them in a prinson for young criminals.)
Can gentle mother's hands always replace fast shoulders of a father?
Maybe someone will be a brave to share here own feelings about it?



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