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(THUNDERCLAPS)

BEN: That was the state police.

Cindy, your daddy's been in a car accident.

No.

He's dead.

(SOBBING)

Hey, wait a second.

What's this?

Decree of adoption?

"It is hereby ordered that the infant child,

known henceforth as Cindy Ann Brunson,

"to be awarded to and from now on regarded as the adopted child

"of Florence A. Brunson and Henry R. Brunson"?

I look in the mirror, and I don't even recognize myself.

Cindy, it doesn't matter.

CINDY: But most of all,

I wonder how my mother ever gave me up.

JOHN-BOY: When we were growing up,

we always knew we would be safe and warm and dry,

here, where we were raised by loving parents and grandparents.

We knew who we were and where we came from.

So it was hard to believe that someone close to us

could suddenly discover that her past was obscure and shrouded in mystery.

Of all the days for it to rain. This stuff is never gonna get dry.

What's the matter? Don't you like socks hanging in the kitchen?

It's just that I don't want him to have to sleep on damp pillowcases.

You could always try ironing them dry.

(THUNDERCLAPS)

Elizabeth, come and finish up here, dear. Cindy, let me help you.

And would you please go and lie down somewhere

before you make a nervous wreck out of yourself and everybody else?

You're as jumpy as a flea on a rubber sheet.

Well, all right.

I think maybe I'll just go upstairs and make sure that everything is all right.

You'd think it was the Duke of Windsor coming instead of Cindy's father.

I just put those away, you know.

Life's hard, Elizabeth.

Where's Cindy?

Upstairs. She's giving the Colonel's room a final go-through.

Nothing is too good for Cindy's dad. He's all she has in the way of family.

- Elizabeth. - Yeah?

Would you run these up to Cindy for me, please?

Oh, sure.

(THUNDERCLAPS)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

You know what they say about a watched pot, Cindy?

Same goes for waiting for company to arrive.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.

Hello?

Yes, it is. I'm her husband.

I knew it. It's my father, and he's not gonna be able to get here.

Who?

I see. Are you sure?

Is it my father?

I will. Thank you.

BEN: That was the state police.

Cindy, your daddy's been in a car accident.

No.

(SIGHING)

He's dead.

(SOBBING)

Come on, honey.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

What is it?

I've seen her somewhere before.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

- Hi. - Hi, Rose.

Drew's grandmother is sick.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it. I hope it's nothing serious.

Well, they really don't know yet.

Well, now, you let me know if I can do anything, you hear?

Well, no, I don't think so.

She lives in Richmond.

DREW: Yeah, my folks just went there to be with her.

ELIZABETH: Yeah, leaving him all alone in the house.

But I think I'll be okay.

Oh, yeah, you'll be just fine. He can't even boil an egg.

Oh, my word. Well, the first thing to get settled is

you're going to have supper with us here tonight.

Well, that's okay. We got plenty of canned food at my house.

Canned?

What young boys need doesn't come in cans.

And another thing. You're not going to stay in that big house all alone.

I'm sure I can be okay. It's only for about a week.

Maybe two.

Drew, just go home and get your things together.

Now, you're going to stay here until your folks get back, and that's that!

Well, thanks a lot.

You know what? I think this is gonna be a real test of our friendship.

I think you'll pass.

Daddy must have kept every letter I ever wrote him.

These are all the letters I wrote him overseas.

Oh, Ben.

He sure loved you a lot.

Why don't we put this away? It's getting late.

Hey, wait a second.

What's this?

Decree of adoption?

"It is hereby ordered that the infant child,

known henceforth as Cindy Ann Brunson,

"to be awarded to and from now on regarded as the adopted child

"of Florence A. Brunson and Henry R. Brunson"?

- Hello. - Hi.

You're the youngest Walton girl, aren't you?

Yeah, the one you're going steady with.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, now it all comes back to me.

You look different.

You ought to see my other pajamas, the ones with the bunny feet.

What you got in your hair?

Oh, it's just a curler. I don't really need it.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Well, at least you don't go to bed with all that stuff on your face

like my mom does.

I was on my way to get a glass of water.

Well, so was I. What's that they call, "the same wavelength"?

What I really wanted was some chocolate cake.

Same wavelength again.

Well, shall we?

(CLEARING THROAT)

ERIN: What's going on here?

We were going to get some chocolate cake.

Mmm-hmm.

That's not what it looked like to me.

Come on, now, Erin, ain't you ever been kissed?

No, not in my pajamas.

Elizabeth, I think you'd better get to bed.

You're being horrible. Do you know that?

Drew, hit the hay.

(DREW SIGHING)

- Good night, Elizabeth. - Good night.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

(CINDY SIGHING)

(CINDY MOANING)

Cindy. Cindy. Cindy, it's all right. You just had a bad dream.

Everybody left me.

(SHUSHING) I'm here.

(STUTTERING) I was in a park, and there was a carousel.

That doesn't sound like a bad dream.

I was riding on a horse, and I was so happy,

and then all the people disappeared, and I was alone.

It's all right. You'll be fine.

Why didn't he tell me that I was adopted?

Why did he let me find out that way?

He was a good father. That's all that matters.

(SOBBING) I loved him and I miss him,

but now I don't know who I am,

or where I came from, or who my parents are.

I'll tell you who you are.

You're Cindy Walton with a husband and a daughter

and a family who all love you very, very much.

- I'm glad I married you. - So am I.

Just get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning.

Oh, that's great. Yeah, you give her my love, all right? Okay, bye-bye.

That was my folks calling. They say my grandma's doing real fine.

- Oh, I'm glad, Drew. - Yeah, I'm real glad, too.

You see, me and my grandma got this checker tournament going kind of by mail.

I kind of got worried that it might be canceled.

MARY ELLEN: I remember when our grandmother was in the hospital,

and we sat up all night waiting to hear word.

When we finally found out she was going to be all right,

we all went down to church and made Reverend Fordwick let us in.

And even Daddy went with us, and he never went to church.

I miss Daddy. I miss them both.

The house seems awful empty without them.

At least we know they'll be back.

Oh, my. I'm afraid we're being selfish, aren't we?

That's all right.

We just think of you as so much a part of our family

that sometimes we forget about yours.

You're like a real sister to us.

And I feel like I belong here. I really do.

It's just that since I found out that I was adopted, a part of me feels...

It feels homesick for a place I've never even been before.

I look in the mirror, and I don't even recognize myself.

Cindy, it doesn't matter.

CINDY: But most of all,

I wonder how my mother ever gave me up.

How she could turn me over to strangers.

I have to know.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Walton.

You see, I didn't start handling your father's affairs

until after my partner passed away, so I don't know anything about this.

Well, Mr. Blaine must have kept some records.

Well, all records pertaining to adoption proceedings must be kept confidential.

Why?

To protect the child and the adoptive parents.

That's been a law since 1937.

But I am no longer a child, and my adoptive parents are dead.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Walton. My hands are tied.

Well, is there anything we can do?

The only way to gain access to the records is through a court order,

and your wife has no grounds for that.

Mr. Nichols, why did my father keep all of this from me?

I'm sure he intended to tell you some day. He just put it off a little too long.

You were his friend. Now, you know he wouldn't want me to suffer like this.

There's got to be somebody who can help me.

My partner handled very few adoption cases.

All of them were recommended to him by the same person,

an obstetrician, Frederick Grover.

Now, he's retired, but he's still living in Alexandria.

Thank you, Mr. Nichols.

I'm sorry I can't help you. My memory's not what it was.

My father was a captain in the Army in those days.

The name Brunson just doesn't ring a bell.

Never kept a record of adoptions, anyway.

Whenever a patient of mine gave birth to an unwanted child,

I'd just look around,

do what I could to find a good home for the baby,

and leave the legalities to others.

CINDY: Well, I thought you might have records of all the babies you delivered.

GROVER: I do, and it is considerable.

You could populate a small town with the little ones

I've helped into this world.

Well, I was born April 26, 1925.

At least, I think I was.

CINDY: That should make things easier.

GROVER: Young lady, I understand your feelings. Believe me, I do.

But my patients' records are confidential, and I'm obligated to keep them that way.

Dr. Grover, you're my last chance.

I don't have anywhere else to turn.

I'd suggest that you go home and forget about it.

Dwelling on the past can only hurt you.

After all, it was your mother's choice to let you be adopted.

That's right. And what did you call us, Dr. Grover?

Unwanted babies?

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Ben, what are you doing? - Look what I got.

(GASPING) Dr. Grover's ledger? Ben, you stole it!

I just borrowed it. We'll put it back in his mailbox when we're through.

- He's gonna know we took it. - I don't care.

We'll just look up what we want. Now, come on.

We'll just write down everything. There must be a date, some kind of record.

Come on.

(CINDY SIGHING)

Here it is. April 26.

There's a girl born to Mrs. Derek Shepherd just a few minutes after midnight.

That must be you.

Wait just a second. Here's another one. Mrs. Cornelius Bookman.

That's a boy.

And here's one more. Mrs. Arthur T. Foley. A girl.

Anything about anyone being adopted?

- Uh-uh, nothing. - Okay.

Oh, Ben, it's a start!

(BEN LAUGHING)

- I'll never get the hang of algebra. - Sure you will. I'll help you.

You know, you're a genius at this.

Yeah, well, what's the opposite of genius, 'cause that's what I am in English.

Well, I can help you in English.

So, that's how you two do your homework.

This is getting boring.

Drew, I was wondering, could you do me a favor?

Yeah, sure. What do you need?

I'll need somebody to help me move furniture over at the Dew Drop.

Drew has a lot of homework to do.

Oh, well, I'll just do it tonight.

Great. Thanks. Bye, Elizabeth. See you later.

BEN: There's no Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

Well, I'm not surprised. It was a long time ago.

- But there is an Arthur T. Foley. - Let's go.

Okay, it's 716 North...

CINDY: This is it. BEN: It's not much, is it?

Well, whatever we find out, it's better than not knowing anything at all.

BEN: Excuse me.

Yes?

- BEN: Mrs. Arthur Foley? - Who wants to know?

My name is Ben Walton. This is my wife, Cindy.

As long as you're not bill collectors.

I've had my share of those since my husband lost his job.

CINDY: Did you give birth to a girl in April, 1925?

How do you know that?

Then it's true?

She was a beautiful baby. Perfect.

And a girl, just what I'd been praying for all along.

I was born April 26 of that year. Dr. Frederick Grover delivered me.

And then later, my mother put me up for adoption.

I'm trying to find her.

I'm afraid we're both out of luck.

My daughter ran away with a sailor when she was 17.

Just packed her bag and left.

I haven't heard from her since.

I thought maybe you were here with some word.

I wish I was.

Sorry.

Maybe you remember a Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

She was in the hospital with you when your baby was born.

There were six beds in the maternity ward. Women came and went.

I couldn't be certain.

Thank you.

I was a good mother.

I wouldn't have given up my baby for anything in the world.

Come on.

Well, at least there's Mrs. Derek Shepherd.

Oh, well, how do we find her?

I don't know.

Maybe we can get some help at the library.

You know, this is swell. A front porch, a swing and a pretty girl.

Well, it won't last. I can guarantee it.

See what I mean?

I'm sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but if we're going to have supper tonight,

- I need some firewood. - It's coming up, Rose.

Sure is nice having an extra boy around.

This is not working out like I planned it.

Well, I kind of enjoy it, being part of a big family and all.

Well, you're going to have to move back home so we can have some time together.

I gotta go get that wood.

BEN: Cindy, wait.

CINDY: It's no use, Ben. And there's nowhere else to go.

Derek Shepherd died seven months before I was even born.

I almost wish I hadn't found that obituary.

There's no one to even ask who his wife might have been.

My mother.

Look, Cindy, you've done everything you possibly could.

There's something that I can't remember.

It's this music.

A name.

Why can't I remember it?

It'll come to you.

Now, come on.

We're gonna go home.

(GRUNTING)

DREW: Hey, what's going on?

JIM-BOB: That's what I'd like to know.

DREW: Jim-Bob? JIM-BOB: Yeah.

Is that you, Drew? What are you doing here?

DREW: My folks are away and I was staying over for a few days.

(SHUSHING)

Quiet. You'll wake everybody up.

JIM-BOB: If you tried to sit down in your bed and it started wrestling you,

you wouldn't be too quiet either.

Thought you weren't due for a pass till next week.

The Colonel's car broke down over in Rockfish. I had to come over and fix it.

Hey, look, you guys, I think I'd better be going home.

It's okay, Drew. Just stay put. I'll take this bed.

I don't want to put you out or anything.

We're getting used to it by now.

And we're getting so we hardly mind.

Well, I guess the more the merrier, huh?

JASON: Douse the light, Jim-Bob.

Douse the light, Drew.

They are not!

(ALL CHATTERING)

- Morning! - JIM-BOB: Hey, Ben.

BEN: Look who's here. JIM-BOB: How you doing?

How come?

I'm just here overnight. I'm on special assignment,

but my lips are sealed.

Where's Cindy, Ben?

She had a bad night, so I thought I'd let her sleep in.

- Here you go, Ben. - ERIN: Is she okay?

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

Bernadene!

(ALL CHATTERING)

Ben! Ben, I remember her name. Bernadene.

What are you talking about?

It's all coming back to me. When I was about four,

my nurse used to take me to a park near our house and there was a pretty lady

there who used to take me for rides on a carousel.

Slow down, Cindy.

CINDY: No, I just saw her face in my dream.

She's the same lady that was at the funeral.

Ben, I think she's my mother.

Cindy, you can't go by your dreams.

Well, that's all I have.

CINDY: Are you sure, operator?

Well, maybe I'm not spelling Bernadene right.

All right. Thank you for trying.

No luck?

(SIGHING) I've tried Washington, and every suburb

and every major city on the East Coast.

No Bernadene Shepherd.

Well, of course, she could have moved clear across the country by now.

I've already thought of that.

Cindy, I know you want to find your mother real bad,

but you may be putting things together, like a name here, and a dream there,

- and they just don't fit. - But I've learned to believe in my dreams.

Remember when I dreamt something terrible had happened to Ben,

and then we found out he'd been taken prisoner of war?

Do you ever read the personals columns?

I just love those ads like, "Not responsible for any debts but my own,"

and, "Morris Smith, come home. We need you."

"Cindy Brunson looking for her mother."

Exactly. There's bound to be somebody in Washington that remembers her.

Maybe even knows where she is now.

Oh, Rose, I hope you're right.

Are we still going fishing this afternoon?

I was wondering if maybe we'd take a rain check?

You see, I told Ben I'd help him deliver an order.

You didn't!

He asked me. What am I supposed to say?

"I won't. I can't. I'm too busy. No." Any of those things.

(DREW SCOFFING)

Why you wanna be like that?

It's just ever since you've been over here,

I haven't had more than 10 minutes alone with you.

You're either running an errand for Mary Ellen, or helping out in the mill,

or over at the Dew Drop cleaning up for Jason.

And I think you like it.

Well, what's so wrong about that?

You know, I never had any brothers and sisters.

It makes me feel like part of the family.

Is that what you think I am? Your sister?

Oh, Elizabeth, of course not.

Good, 'cause I don't need any more brothers.

But I'm beginning to need a boyfriend.

Will those letters go out today, Ike?

They sure will. And I'm sure they'll get to the newspapers.

The day after tomorrow at the latest.

CORABETH: You know, Cindy, I put an ad

in a personal column once, and was extremely successful.

I was trying to locate an old school chum, and I got an immediate response,

from his wife.

Well, this has just got to work.

IKE: We'll keep our fingers crossed.

Cindy, are you sure you're right in pursuing this so ardently?

Well, it's all that I can think about.

IKE: You know, our daughter Aimee, she's adopted, you know.

And she was even older. And even though she did not come to us as an infant,

we still think of her as our own flesh and blood.

Corabeth, I forgot. Two cans of peaches.

Aimee's a very lucky young lady, Ike. You've given her everything.

Well, Corabeth has sent her to that fancy private school

and I guess it's worth every penny she spent.

She's already smarter than I am, and that's going some.

(IKE LAUGHING)

You know, Cindy. Aimee's parents were both gone when we got her.

But even if they weren't, it would hurt me deeply for her to embark

on a quest for her real mother.

Because, you see, I think of myself as her real mother.

I loved my adoptive mother, Corabeth, but she's dead.

Now, what I'm doing can't possibly hurt her.

But I beg of you not to dishonor her memory by pursuing

this will-o'-the-wisp.

I'll think about it, Corabeth.

Cindy. Come along, Cindy. We've got to hurry and make supper.

Oh, I don't need the peaches after all.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

I don't think you should have said that, honey.

Oh, I was only trying to be helpful.

I want her to reconsider sending those notices.

I know, but sometimes people don't like to accept advice from outsiders.

I am not an outsider!

I know, but sometimes... Sometimes what?

Forget it.

What you are saying, Mr. Godsey, is that I should not offer advice.

Very well, I shan't. I shall never again show the slightest bit of interest

whatsoever in other people's affairs. Never!

Hey, something smells real good.

ROSE: Oh, you've got a smart nose. It's my special ham and lima beans.

Here, Drew. As long as you're here, make yourself useful.

And no lumps, please.

Well, where have you been, young lady?

I had to get Erin to set the table for me.

I'm sorry. I had to get dressed.

Drew and I are going to go to the movies in Rockfish.

What movie's playing down there?

Oh, Abbott and Costello in Hollywood.

Oh, that movie's supposed to be a riot. I've been dying to see it.

Well, why don't you just go with us?

Well, why don't we all go?

Oh, and we should ask Ben and Cindy. You know, they haven't heard from that ad,

and it's been over a week. They could use some cheering up.

I'll ask her.

Well, that'll be great. It'll be like just one big party.

All right.

Hey, that's okay with you, Elizabeth, isn't it?

Why not? We're just one big happy family.

IKE: I'll be darned. Here's a letter for Verne Rutledge.

I can't even remember when he got his last letter.

No return address. I wonder who it's from.

I do not concern myself with other people's affairs.

Postmark says Oakville.

What was the name of that woman that he was romancing?

Ellen Gruber, that was her name. Didn't she move to Oakville?

I wonder if this letter's from her.

I do not know, Mr. Godsey, nor do I care.

Hey, this is for Cindy. And it's from Washington.

It must be in response to that notice that she put in the newspaper.

Mr. Godsey, I would appreciate it if you would please keep your thoughts

to yourself when you're prying into other people's business.

Yes, Mrs. Godsey.

(STAMMERING) Corabeth?

Where are you going?

I'm taking this letter to Cindy.

I thought you were going to stay out of this.

Oh, it's not that I have any desire to speculate.

It's simply that I wish to deliver this letter

because I know that the poor child is in an agony of suspense.

(DOOR OPENING)

DREW: Hey, Elizabeth, slow down, what's the hurry?

I'm meeting Steve Prince before school.

What for?

He's gonna help me with an algebra problem.

I told you I'd do that.

Yeah, but when I went looking for you,

you were in Mary Ellen's room, putting up bookshelves.

Well, she needed a place to put all her medical books.

Listen, Drew, you're a very nice guy and that's your problem.

You'll help anybody with anything at any time.

And you're spreading yourself so thin that I can't count on you anymore.

Oh, I get it. But you can count on Steve Prince, right?

That's right.

Look, have him carry your books, okay?

Just remember it was your idea!

(CAR APPROACHING)

Yoo-hoo! It's Corabeth.

It's Corabeth.

Cindy!

This letter just arrived. I rushed right over.

It's from Washington!

- Open it. - I guess I better get back to the store.

Don't rush off, Corabeth, she might have an answer for you to take back.

(CINDY CHUCKLES)

"Dear Mrs. Walton, the person you are looking for lives at the address below.

"She has never forgotten you."

My prayers have been answered.

There isn't a signature, though. There's just a Washington address.

Cindy, I'll finish the dishes. I know you want to get a letter off right away.

I'll take it straight to the post office in Rockfish.

They have a late morning pickup.

I'm not going to write. I'm going there now.

Will you take care of Virginia for me?

I'll do anything to help. You know that.

Cindy, I know I tried to discourage you in this pursuit.

Perhaps I was wrong.

I do hope your search leads to a happy reunion.

Well, I said I wanted to find my mother.

I hope it's happy.

BEN: Do you want me to go in with you?

Not this time.

Okay. I'll be here.

Good luck.

Thanks.

My name is Cindy Walton, but I think you already know that.

What do you want?

I didn't come here to make trouble. I just wanted to meet you.

I think you have the wrong address.

No, wait. You were at my father's funeral. Henry Brunson.

I knew him many years ago. I was sorry to read of his death.

I think you came there to see me.

I have to go now.

Please. I had a really hard time trying to find you.

I remember the carousel. We used to go riding on it together

until you stopped coming to the park. I think you're my mother.

I can't talk here.

I have to talk to you and I'll keep coming back until I do.

Wait for me at the carousel. I'll be there at 4:00.

(CALLIOPE PLAYING)

How much longer do you want to wait?

Oh, I might have known she wouldn't come.

I'd like to go back there and tell her how I feel.

If only it would help.

It helps just having you here.

I wasn't going to come. I tried not to.

I thought that I knew all about myself.

But there's a lot of blank spaces you could fill in for me.

Like why you were adopted?

Why you didn't want me?

Oh, I wanted you.

You have to understand how things were then.

I wasn't married.

Your father and I,

we were very much in love. We planned to get married.

But he died before you were born.

I used his name at the hospital.

Go on.

I wanted you to have all the advantages a child could have.

My doctor knew of a couple that wanted to adopt a baby.

They came to the hospital.

I liked them, felt they could give you what I couldn't.

The agreement was I was never to see you again.

It was quite by accident I ran across you at the park.

I saw your father drop you off there with your nurse.

You and I would play together

while she sat on a bench and gossiped.

Those were the happiest afternoons of my life.

One day I came to the park, and you weren't there.

I met a wonderful man who wanted to marry me.

I couldn't tell him about you.

I never have told him.

I never can.

You've answered all my questions.

I guess I'm gonna have to be content with that.

You're very lovely.

I wish your father could have seen you.

Can I call you sometime?

It would be better if you didn't.

I see.

Goodbye.

You know,

I didn't know whether I was going to love you or hate you.

I don't hate you.

But I have a little girl of my own now,

and I could never turn my back on her, not if she needed me.

Take me home.

Okay.

- DREW: Hi. - Hello.

Rose had some extra cream. I never churned butter before.

You're catching on real fast.

You're all dressed up. You going somewhere?

Mmm, date.

Well, not with me.

- Oh, here he is. - STEVE: Hello.

Steve, what are you doing here?

Elizabeth and I are going to a party over at the church.

It's a lovely evening. Full moon.

Uh-huh. I had that arranged especially for you.

- Yeah, it'll be a nice walk over. - Especially if we take the long way.

(CHUCKLING AWKWARDLY) Hey, wait a minute.

You're not going anywhere with him.

You're my girl, remember?

- You don't own me. - Yeah, you don't own her.

Steve, you wanna stay out of this? Look, Elizabeth, if you don't want to go

steady anymore, I really think you ought to come right out and say it.

- All right. - Well, go ahead. Say it.

Listen, Drew, this is awfully embarrassing right in front of Steve.

Look, Elizabeth, I been trying to please everyone in your family except you.

And I'm sorry.

I'm glad you finally figured that out.

Hey, Steve, come here for a minute. Yeah, come here. Grab this.

- What for? - Just grab it... Go up and down like that.

- Like that? - Yeah, that's pretty good, yeah.

Hey, look. If Rose asks, you just tell her me and Elizabeth went for a walk, okay?

Hey, wait a minute, you can't do that!

It's okay. We'll meet you at the church. You can have the first dance.

DREW: Just keep churning.

Well, it looks like the swing shift has taken over here.

Don't ask me how it happened.

Well, Steve, I got some fresh bread in the oven. We could have a slice of it

with some of that butter as soon as you get through.

(ROSE CHUCKLING)

You know, the nice thing about being mad at someone for a long time is

there's so much to talk about when you make up.

- Hello, Cindy. - How did you find me?

I told my husband about you

and about my granddaughter.

He'd guessed a long time ago.

It was he who answered the notice in the newspapers.

(EXHALES) Cindy,

do you think that, after all these years,

I could learn to be your mother?

(BOTH GIGGLING)

JOHN-BOY: Cindy's longing to find out all she could

about her past was finally fulfilled.

And a loving, lasting relationship with her mother was just beginning.

ELIZABETH: Erin, what do you do when you can't get to sleep?

ERIN: I stay awake.

ELIZABETH: No, I'm serious. What do you do? Count sheep?

ERIN: No, that doesn't work for me.

ELIZABETH: Me, either.

ERIN: Imagine that you're floating on a cloud.

You're all alone. You're drifting, drifting.

ELIZABETH: I'm drifting, drifting. There's a full moon. But I'm not alone.

ERIN: Pleasant dreams, Elizabeth. ELIZABETH: Good night, Erin.

English -SDH