Summary:

[a voice message sent May 10th, 1991, received by a Panasonic answering machine]

David: Hey, Mom. The baby has been ejected.

Yuna: David, no, that’s—no. Give me that. Hey, Mrs. Holl—

David: She’s your mom too, you know—

Yuna: —just letting you know that we have a baby! Seven pounds and seven ounces, ten fingers and ten toes. His name is Shane, and he’s excited to meet you… at some point. When we get out of the hospital. We love you, we hope to see you soon, and—

David: —and bring peach cobbler when you visit!

Yuna: … and bring peach cobbler when you visit. Bye.

[Or, Shane is the best Mother's Day gift that Yuna could ever ask for. Literally. Told through a thirty-five-year-long series of letters, postcards, voice messages, and Yuna feeling so much love for her son(s) she could just burst.]