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Mattheo: You don't know anything about our parents!
Tom: They hated me!
Mattheo: They loved you!
Tom: Oh, that was love?!
Mattheo: Yes! Yes, it is!
Tom: Then why'd they beat me?!
Mattheo: They tried--
Tom: THEY WERE NEVER FUCKING HERE!
Everyone: *stares at them*
Tom: I was four! Four, and raising you, taking care of Father! I was six, six, and dragging Father in from the yard, him being passed out, so he wouldn't freeze to death. Staying up all night with you whenever you were sick. I washed your clothing, I made sure you were fed! And I was here when you hit puberty. Not Mother an Father. Me.
Jazzmin, their mother: And I appreciate that, Tom, but, I'm here now. And Mattheo belongs with me.
Tom: He barely remembers you!
Jazzmin: I'm his mother!
Tom: YOU WERE MY MOTHER TOO!