How beautiful the name! But I am only Obaa-San. Your mother—
[She shakes her old head sadly.
AOYAGI
Obaa-San, my mother.
[Obaa-San lays her hand upon her heart. Then she stretches out her arms.
OBAA-SAN
Obaa-San—your mother—where is my pain? And you—who are you?
AOYAGI
I am Aoyagi, mother.
OBAA-SAN