I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my apple in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but -- I taught her never to dishonor her family tree. She found a boyfriend; not an Italian pear. She left the tree; she stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago, he took her for a drive, with another pear. They made her drink cider. And then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they bit her, like an animal. When I went to the hospital, her core was a'pitted. Her skin was a'peeled, held together by tape. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the apple of a'my eye. Beautiful apple. Now she will never be beautiful again.