When my sister received the news of Bobby's death on the phone, she broke down and cried; my brother dropped his helmet and ran on the grass; my sister took out a picture of Bobby at Christmas and wanted to hang it on a tree. These scenes brought tears to my eyes.
Some of the same-sex films I've seen are romantic and depressing, but this is the first time I've seen them from a mother's perspective.
The transformation of the mother is the main line of the whole film, and the role is so well played. How much I hated her for being stubborn in the early stage, and how moved I was at her transformation in the later stage.
This is a tearful work.
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