There's a Buddhist exercise called The Mother Meditation, and you use it when you can't feel anything. You try to find a single moment when your mother truly loved you – without a single reservation. And you focus on that moment. And then you imagine that you've been everyone's mother – and they've been yours. And I looked, and I looked for that moment. But it just kept slipping away

"So, which way do we go?"

"Thanks, no, it's been, it's been, uh, it's been a privilege. And you, and your, and your family and... And just one more question. Did you ever really love me?"