As my condition worsened some years back, and no help from doctors, I worked at preparing my daughter for accepting that I might die before she turned 18. I had a number of discussions with her about budgeting, whether she wanted foster care, and the existence of emancipation for capable teens.
During one such talk she asked me if she should burn the house so nobody would see me.
I made it clear that it would be a mistake.
Of course she later took the things I taught her, and used them to runaway from a home she felt was her past, and a mom who never taught her anything important.
Gilbert and siblings showed great loyalty as is rarely found.
And, I hate the part where young Leonardo cuts the grasshopper in half.
Now I have to watch it again, and bawl my eyes out.