The truth is, your parents left you here, on our doorstep. You were this little boy whose whole world was turned upside down with no explanation. We did the best we could, your Uncle Ben and I. I mean, who else was gonna care for you, and protect you and worry about you? Your father? No. I was the one who wiped your nose, and made you brush your teeth, and do your homework, or washed your dirty underwear. Me! Your stupid, non-scientific aunt, who doesn’t know how to make ends meet, who has to take nursing classes with 22-year-old kids so I can pay for you to go to college. And I don’t know how to do this without Ben. I don’t know how. And… And you’re dreaming about your perfect father, who was never here. No.