Rose: Don't let that happen to you, Sophia. Let go of the shame. So what if he was different? It's okay that you loved him.
Sophia: I did love him. He was my son, my little boy. And every time I saw him, I wondered what I did, what I said....what was the day that I said or did whatever I did to make him the way he was?
Angela: What he was, Sophia, was a good man.
Sophia: (crying) My baby's gone!