Jad: One shirt, two arms. One pants. Two legs. One underpants two legs. Two socks, two feet.
Libisema: 6
Toys :)
Libisema: 7
Toys :)
*Panting*
Libisema: 8
*Pant, Pant, Pant...*
Libisema: 9
*Pant, Pant, Pant...*
Libisema: 11
Try this one out. Here, I'll show you how to use it.
Libisema: 12
I called CPS. We just got word that his mother's coming.
You ticklish?
Libisema: 13
Guys. The boy's mother is here.
NOOO!!!
Libisema: 14
What's wrong? Why don't you wanna see your mum?
Libisema: 15
Thank you for finding him, officers. I thought he was lost. I looked all over for him.
Libisema: 16
*Whispering* I'll take you home to your mum and dad, okay?
Libisema: 17
Bye.
We're late for an appointment. Goodbye! Thank you!
Libisema: 18
Nooo...
Libisema: 21
Screw those socials, talking about how you're better off with a foster family. I take care of you!
Libisema: 22
But I'm glad they brought you back. I'm your mama now.
Libisema: 23
That's not true... You're not my mama...
Libisema: 24
Oh, yes I am! I'm stuck with you, and you're stuck with me!
Libisema: 25
I want my mama!! TAKE ME HOME! TAKE ME HOME TO MY MUM!!! PLEASE!!!
Libisema: 26
Jad (O.S.): TAKE ME HOME!!! MAMAAAA!!! Sarah (O.S.): Enough already!
Libisema: 27
Sarah (O.S.): Alright. You and I are going to have a talk.
Libisema: 28
Alright. Let's get one thing straight. I am your mama. The only reason why you were given up is because your grandpa wouldn't give money to take care of you or keep you...
Libisema: 29
TAKE ME HOME!!!
Libisema: 30
Is that what you did at your fosters? You'd go kicking and crying like a spoiled baby if you didn't get your way?
Libisema: 31
That's probably why they had to give you away. They said you were a bad boy.
Libisema: 32
Well then, why are you here? if they loved you so gosh darn much? Now, they didn't do anything when the social workers came to take away, now did they?