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I showed my website to my mother last night, let her watch "A Wompa Christmas" in the gallery.

I found out later that she'd cried.

Was my animation really that evocative? Was it just that horrible? No. In typical mothering fashion, she somehow inflated the episode in my life to ridiculous proportions.

For those of you who haven't seen it, my animation is based on a time when I, through the sheer idiocy that is my life, locked myself out of my apartment on an early December day. I still had access to the cellar, where it was warm next to the furnace. It wasn't ACTUALLY snowing. It was daytime.

In Mom's more dramatic version, the door SLAMMED SHUT from gale-force winds which were blowing frozen hail into my eyes. Oh, and I wasn't wearing shoes. And I was shirtless and shivering. And crying, only my tears were frozen to my face.

Obviously this image was powerful for my mother, who blamed herself for NOT MOVING TO BOSTON TO LIVE WITH ME.

While I appreciate the motherly love (I really do), I had a hard time convincing her that my animation was not a cry to her for help. I just thought it was cute. Needless to say, I'll be more careful about what I show her from now on.