In grade school, a little girl sang on stage a weepy number called Oh My Mama. Her mom, who taught her the song, was in the audience as well. The little girl was half-sobbing, teary-eyed and was looking at her mom's direction while her mom and some audience members were singing along.
The audience was so touched some were choking with emotions and wiping their eyes. It was like watching Flor de Luna live.
I think I was the only one who wasn't impressed at all. I know, early signs of kill-joyhood.
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