[Mother:]
Remember what Confucius taught,
Always be kind.
[Son:]
Yes, Mother.
[Mother:]
Always help the weak and the old.
[Son:]
Yes, Mother. I understand.
[Mother:]
And always help those less fortunate than yourself
[Son:]
Yes, mother. Always.
[A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away.
The child turns towards Tran-Do in a non-judgmental but puzzled voice.]
[Son:]
How did I become you?

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