Mr. Breyer: Maybe there is something wrong with Brandon. He may look like us. He's not like us.
Mrs. Breyer: I will never turn against our son.
Mr. Breyer: He's not our son.
Brandon Breyer: Mom, who am I?
Mrs. Breyer: You are a gift. I know it's been difficult for you lately, that you feel different from other kids. You are different. After your dad and I got married, we prayed for a baby for so long. One night, someone listened.
