When I was growing up my mother,sister and I had what we called our crying movies.We would sit on the couch with a box of tissues and watch our favorite movies.This was my favorite.My heart went out to a women who, because of the times could not admit that she had a child.How hard it would be to give that child to such a horrible woman.I remember when she has the child with her, she doesn't know what to do.The boy is homesick but she doesn't want to let him go.Her friend tells a story about when she was young and lived with her aunt.A nice lady but she hated her until the day she died.So back the boy went.Until years they meet again.And he says "This is our dance,mother.Fifty years later I still cry at the end.I have one child,a son and I can't imagine having to give him up.