Tonight we watched a TCK film that wasn't. It was called Mighty Joe Young. It was about how a 15ft. gorilla is misunderstood, and provoked into seeming like a second Godzilla. His only friend was the girl he grew up with in the jungles. Poachers killed both their mothers when they were young.
I watched the last 30 min. in tears. The sweet African song that Jill's mother sang to her surfaced haunting memories.
The movie wasn't about her being a TCK. It was a documentary about a TCK, but it wasn't.
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