Mom, even though I don't have a biological father, a biological mother, or even half a relative, God doesn't want to pity me so much and throw me into a place where birds don't poop, chickens don't lay eggs, and even turtles jump over when they see it.
That, that, that, I said, don't chase me anymore. If you chase me again, I will... I will... I will sneak out to you.