Myself: Hello Mum, how are you?
Mother: I am well. What about you?
Myself: I am going to say goodbye to you forever.
Mother: what nonsense are you taking?
Myself: It is sensible; our plane is going to crash into the Twin Tower very soon.
Mother: Oh, my child, without you I cannot survive on earth.
Myself: Do not be so emotional. Take it easy.
Mother: how can I take it easy?
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Myself: Mum, this is predestined.
Mother: Sweet my child I live for thee.
Myself: Mum, you must take my destiny.
Mother: I feel like crying.
Myself: I will meet you hereafter, good-bye.