In the name of the mother, the daughter, and the holy bullshit.
"Last Rites" (1988) is really good so far.
On the super off chance one your parents is reading, I am going to write to your mom. No idea what she looks like where she lives even her first name nada don't care.
Dear Mother-Not-in-Law,
You are the proud parent of Sophia Loren and it's 1949.
Conventional suburbs wisdom tells you Sophia your daughter should play it safe. In case "it doesn't work out".
Her being a Hollywood megastar. You say she should not ruin her chances to be a doctor or lawyer or whatever. More importantly, she shouldn't upset your friends at 8 Mile Baptist. Same bullshit different T-shirt. Catholic. Of all the fake stories it's the classiest. Except for the choir boys. And the making girls dress up for easy rape by priests and brothers. And the holy water off Amazon.
Get out of her way.
Take your goddamn fairy tale and revive yourself with it. And let your devil child be a devil as her career. She'll exceed you by 250,000 miles.
The End