Mother: Son, please come here, I have to tell you something.
Son: -Walks over and falls to his knees-
The son moves in, putting his ear closer to his Mothers mouth as she begins to speak.
Mother: I am really sorry, son. I never foresaw him to be like this.
Son: It's okay.
Mother: Afraid my time is running short.
Son: Mother?
At this point the mother will fade out, using a ghosting effect.
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