(phone vibrating) MAN: Remember the time we would make fruitcake together every Christmas?
Every day you would pick out my clothes.
And I would always look good.
(car door closes, engine starts) Those family vacations were all in the car.
Zraz and me would fight in the back seat.
(people talking in background) But you always keep the peace.
You always kept the house clean.
Well, until you got sick.
♪ Then I had to get off my ass and do something.
Or when you would check all my schoolwork.
And you wouldn't make me get straight As.
Umm... yeah, six years later, here I am.
A little bit bigger now.
Mom, I really miss you.
You meant everything to me.
You meant everything to all of us.
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