But I am a mother. And I, I know what your mother did to you when you were little. What she was... What-- What she made you watch, what she let men do to you and it makes me so... ...it's just... not fair. And -- and no one, no one can make that better. I wish I could. I do. But if I could somehow go back there and make what was happening to you stop, I could just pick you up, and tell you that all would be okay. That's what moms are supposed to do...They are not supposed to be the cause of your pain; they are supposed to make it go away. They are supposed to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be alright. They are supposed to tell you that thunder is angel's bowling, and that it is okay to be afraid of the dark and that it is not silly to think that there are be monsters in your closet and that it is ok that if you want to climb into bed with them just this once, because it is scary in the room all alone.They are supposed to say that it is okay to be afraid, and not be the thing that you are afraid of. But most importantly, they are supposed to love you no matter what..