David Is 11 Years Old.
He Weighs 60 Pounds.
He Is 4 Feet, 6 Inches Tall.
He Has Brown Hair.
His Love Is Real.
But He Is Not.
I can never go to sleep... but I can lay quietly and not make a peep.
[David]
Mommy... I'm sorry I broke myself.
[David]
I can't accept this! There is no substitute for you own child!
[Monica]
The greatest single human gift - the ability to chase down our dreams.
[Professor Hobby]
[Monica]: What day it is?
[David]: It is... Today
[Narrator]: David had never had a birthday party because David had never been born,
so they baked a cake and lit some candles.
[Monica]: Now make a wish.
[David]: It came true already.
I do love you, you know. I have always loved you.
[Monica to David]
[David]: Mommy? Will you die?
[Monica]: Well, one day, David, yes, I will.
[David]: I'll be alone.
[Monica]: Don't worry yourself so.
[David]: How long will you live?
[Monica]: For ages. For 50 years.
[David]: I love you, Mommy. I hope you never die. Never.
[David]: What's for dinner tonight?
[Monica]: You know you don't eat.
[David]: Yes. But I like sitting at the table.
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