Ah, my mother! It's been - how many? Thirty years since then, and I still haven't learned my lesson. I'm still not a man; I still daydream on the street watching the kids; I'm still having my change stolen by the rascals. And that's your greatest punishment. And my punishment - that I didn't realize, while there was still time, what you were suffering back then, and I wanted to take revenge on you.

But damn it, did you have to take it out on me to vent? Couldn't you just look the other way when I was ten minutes late or when I forgot to buy the salt? And if I remember correctly, the change that those kids from up the street stole from me was, I swear to you, either six or seven cents!