His attitude reminded me of an elderly lady I used to take care of.
She was always saying things like 'yeah I lost a baby during the bombing of London during WW2, but I was never fond of the brat'.... but she took ill one day with a severe UTI and was hallucinating badly. What came out of her during her fevered ramblings was that of 'My baby! Please tell me that he's going to be okay....'
Never doubt a mothers love
