[YOUNG STARLING]
Will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
Will I what?
[YOUNG STARLING]
Will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
Will I feed you?
With your brothers finding mates
and your sisters having broods
look, it's there
just go eat
there's plenty of food!
Maybe it's immaturity
[YOUNG STARLING]
Ma, I'm asking you for security!
Will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING}
You're an adult!
[YOUNG STARLING]
I know. But will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
Will I feed you?
For thirty-five days I hatched your egg
brought you meals, cleaned your nest
gave you siblings, settled your rows
after thirty-five days, why talk about food right now?
[YOUNG STARLING]
Mama...
The first memory I have was waking as a chick
it was dark, you were warm
and your feathers were so thick
and I promised to my brothers
that we'd always have each other
So, now I'm asking: mama
Will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
You can eat!
[YOUNG STARLING]
I know! But will you feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
Should I feed him?
For thirty-five days I brooded him
cherished him, nourished him
thirty-five days, my nest was his
if that's not care, what is?
[YOUNG STARLING]
Then you'll feed me?
[MOTHER STARLING]
I suppose I will.
[SHE FEEDS HIM ONE LAST TIME]
[YOUNG STARLING]
Now I feel like a hatchling still.
[BOTH]
It doesn't change a thing
'cause now you're/I'm grown
after thirty-five days
you're/I'm on your/my own