[…] I spent all last night on my knees, beseeching the Great Physician to hear me and heal my boy. […] but the instinct of the tiger-mother is tearing my heart to pieces […].

[I] plung’d in the womb Of unoriginal Night and Chaos wilde,

From their quizzical looks she surmised she was way off-beam.

They both did the exact same things in the exact same way.