You promised me you would never breath a word of being my and Tom's love child. Why, Why, Why have you forsaken your mother! We were so ashamed, we were only children ourselves, and had hoped that the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean would erase that so painful memory. Stay in England, there is nothing for you in Deerborn but a box of kittylitter and some unreturned rented Chick Flicks. Move forward with the life we carved for you there, leave me to drown in my tears and to die of a broken heart. (violin music swells, picture fades away)

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Have you hugged Your Mom today?