Oh heaven! Oh you truly are and artist. It's true isn't it? May I confide something. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things. Significance. Star of the silver screen I once thought. But, my dreams became nightmares. Instead of lorals, funeral leaves. Instead of glory, bitter disappointment. Cruel afflictions. And now I understand. Tragedy was preparing me for something greater. Every loss that came before was a lesson. I was being prepared. Now I know for what. This child. A remarkable boy, destined for greatness, in need of a remarkable mother. Someone forged in the fires of adversity. Who can guide him, with the mist. With firmness. With love. (Laughs)
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