human
I don't know how long I can stand it--the pain, I mean, she moaned.
gpt
So I can't try and break things gently to you, for fear--I have to stop in the midst. I'm not your mother, Max, and Jack wasn't your father. But he thought he was. He never knew. And he loved you. I didn't. I never could. You see--I _did_ know. You must have wondered sometimes. I saw you wondered; I suppose you never guessed, even though I always told you to call me Rose, or anything you liked, except mother?