Because I was born and raised on the moon |
There is this Mexican film...I forget the name, but its about this poor man who always carries around this doll of a little boy. Now, the reason he does this, is because he so desperately wants a child....but he is mute, and a little naive...maybe even a little behind emotionally and mentailly. Anyways, he treats this doll like a son--hugs it, kisses it, "signs" stories to it. So one day, he finds about 2K. What does he do first? He first leaves the doll, and then goes to an orphanage, waiving the money--he's so happy, because he thinks he can FINALLY have a little boy or girl.... Obviously, the woman in charge, though touched by his love and enthusiam tells him that its not enough to maintain a child--and that she is very sorry, but she can't let him adopt one. He goes through out the story, trying to get more and more money so that he can, but he in facts ends up losing most of it. I don't remember how. But, now he doesn't even have his doll...so he goes looking for it at the dump where he left it, and he finds it...broken and in a sad state. But ever the devoted father, he tries to mend him, and it ends there. That movie touched me. I mean...here this man wanted nothing more then to have a son, or a daughter. He wanted to be a father SO SO much...and it didn't seem fair that he had all this unconditional love to give and no one but a porcelain doll on the receiving in...a doll that could NEVER return his love.... Heh although, as humans we would LIKE to think that our stuff loves us back? LIke that fairy tale of the velvet rabbit...I myself can't toss my stuffed animals or treat them badly, cause I think they'll become really sad and angry.... *sigh* no, I am not on drugs....I'm just odd |