I'm your mother.

I'm your mother. My mother is dead. That's what they told you. My son. Don't call me that. If you're really my mother, where have you been all these years? Ma'am, stop. I said stop right there. Sir, I'm sorry. She slipped through when the gate opened for the delivery van. Sir, let me take her outside. I said it's fine. For two years, you've been coming to this gate every morning. Same time, same clothes, same look on your face. What exactly do you want from me? Money? Is that why you keep coming here? Take it. Take everything. Buy yourself food, get some clothes, find somewhere to stay. Just stop coming to my house. Dozens of mansions are on this street. She walks past every single one. Why mine? Why do you keep coming to me? And why do you look at me like that? Look at me. Why do you look so familiar? Ethan. What are you doing? How do you know my name? I asked you a question. How do you know my name? Because I gave it to you. What? Your father wanted to call you Michael, but I chose Ethan. When you were born, I said, God has answered my prayer. Who told you that? Nobody told me. I was there. You had a small scar behind your left shoulder. You got it when you were six. You climbed the mango tree. You fell and cried all night. You wouldn't let the doctor touch you. Enough. You hated the dark. I said enough. And whenever thunder came, stop. Who are you? I'm your mother. My mother is dead. That's what they told you. No. Ethan. Don't call me that. My son. Don't call me that. If you're really my mother, where have you been all these years? Trying to come home. And when I finally found you, you were already a man. You had this house, these cars, these guards. I was afraid my own son wouldn't recognize me. I never came here for your money. I never wanted your house. Then why didn't you tell me before? Every time I came close, your guards chased me away. You mean you really tried to reach me? Please, look. It's you. You were four. That was your birthday. You refused to cut the cake. You thought it would hurt the cartoon character on top. I remember that cake, Mom. My son. Open the gate. Sir. From today, she never stands outside that gate again.