Film comes home to his mother and Film's mom thinks that her son does not love her. Film steals her vodka and goes upstairs and cry over his mother's hatred. Until one day Film hears sobs echoing through his empty house and its not his. So he goes downstairs to see his mother lying on the couch crying into the pillows. Film tries to comfort his mother and prove to her that he loves his mother.

This story is my second first person view. This story is for my mother. Even though I am a "pathetic quiet drunk little fucker" I still show my love towards my mom. No matter how badly she treats me.