- bore you inside her very own body for nine months, bloating up like a pufferfish, puking in parking lots and seeing her calves swell like soggy loaves of bread
- laid on that table screaming and pushing for agonizing hours until you deigned to get your ass in gear and crawl out
- wiped your nose and your bottom (hopefully not with the same cloth) and made you really greasy food for lunch all the time even though it was bad for you, because she knew you liked it
- laid out your clothes, ran you back and forth to school and the mall
- prayed for your soul every night, and that you would find a nice boy or girl to marry and have babies with so she could have squawling grandchildren
- now sits by the phone waiting in quiet suffering for the few moments you spare to call her every month, pining away while you are out playing and enjoying yourself without a care in the world and spending money on Macaroni Grill and your hifi stereo equipment and not even bothering to send her an occasional "I was thinking about you" card
- would rip off her own legs with her bare hands and feed them to ravenous alligators if it would make you happy
And all she wanted was for you to vote the way she did. But you coldly refuse.
Oooooo... you, you ingrate!