"And you think mine was?" Sama snaps. "My father left when I was seven. I used to pray every night for him to come back. I thought it was my fault. I promised I'd be better, I'd eat my vegetables, I'd do my homework...just please come back."

Sam shakes her head. "And my mom wasn't around a lot either. Working two jobs to keep me happy. Don't you think maybe your mom was just trying to make everything better for you? Ask who she was fighting for in the Senate. I bet it was you guys."