[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?