Well sort of, I mean I was a newborn but for some reason she's always been around, you know?
Not always around, actually, but just ... once a month or maybe once a week, I'd be cutting a gem or melting some gold or something and she'd stand there and stare at me all sadly, and I'd be like "Buon Giorno, Mamma!" and then point back at her, you know?
... she doesn't come here, actually. I think she doesn't know how to haunt a boat or airplane.