u/FormerProfessor2093

I remember the very last scene of a Hollywood movie. As far as I remember, probably the movie was about a jungle expedition or an adventure in the jungle. In the final scene, there was a young, curly-haired boy (age around 25)who had apparently been rescued from the jungle. He was sitting at a table inside a large house because another man wanted to take him somewhere. However, the boy did not want to go with him.

There was also a third character present. He said something to the man who wanted to take the boy away, apparently disagreeing with him. Whatever he said seemed to make the wild boy somewhat happy. Then, somehow, the third man gave the other man some kind of drug or medicine, causing him to collapse.

After that, the third man took the curly-haired jungle boy outside the wooden mansion. The two of them walked away together while talking to each other, and the movie ended there.

I am not completely sure that I remember every detail correctly, but this is how I remember the ending. If possible, could you help me identify the movie?

So I was very young that time, probably was in grade 1. Like almost every kid I was used to watching TV whenever I get time but still my mother used to make me sit and study for about five hours a day (school was for 3.5 hours+ 1h play time ).

One day she takes me to one of my aunt's home(let's call her Uma). Uma was a typical indian relative,An adamant person, she do's negative PR for many of her related kids. Like many of Asian parent my mother exaggerate some comments on my studies and watching TV in front of Uma. So Uma starts her negative commentry according to her nature. At this point she give a example to my mother by comparing me with my sister(2 months older, call her Pratima), she started saying that if I kept watching TV like this, then in the future, if both Pratima and I were given something to memorize within a fixed amount of time and were later asked to recite it, I wouldn't be able to say anything, but Pratima would.

That comparison immediately made me uncomfortable. I felt that instead of using my name and Pratima's, she could have simply used hypothetical names like "X" and "Y" or "ABC and XYZ." There was no need to make it personal.

At that moment, my mother gave me a disapproving, irritated look because she genuinely believed that this would be my future. As soon as we left her house, she immediately started criticizing me and making abusive comments.

What I'm trying to say is that, in my opinion, Uma shouldn't have used my name and Pratima's name as an example. She could have used imaginary names instead. Am I wrong for feeling that way? What do you all think?

I'm trying to remember a movie, but I only remember a few scenes. A father is traveling with his teenage son and two younger kids, walking through forests and mostly open fields while an alien invasion is happening. At one point, they see a huge convoy of military vehicles passing by. Later, they somehow get hold of a four-wheel vehicle (I don't remember how), but when they reach a road packed with people fleeing, the crowd turns on them and tries to steal their car. The last scene I remember is the teenage son running far ahead of his dad and suddenly coming face-to-face with a massive alien UFO. I think the movie came out sometime after 2010. Does anyone know what movie this is?

Hello guys, I'm new to Reddit, so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.

My mother feels extreme disgust toward many things, and in many cases her disgust seems excessive and irrational. You could describe it as OCD plus BPD. My mother does many things to keep herself and the house clean, and my father and I have to meet many of her demands because of it. If those demands aren't met, she starts behaving as if she's completely out of control. Literally, she becomes very difficult to manage. So, for the past few days, my father and I have been wearing Slippers all the time inside the house to satisfy her demands. Walking barefoot indoors is completely forbidden—almost like it's illegal. But just a little while ago, while I was sitting on a chair, my mother was working behind and beside the chair. As she turned to go in another direction, she accidentally stepped on my foot and on my slipper .Maybe many mothers are like this, my mother certainly is. Whenever an incident or accident involves both of us, she puts the entire blame on me. That's exactly what happened this time. She blamed me for keeping my foot, with my slipper on, in that spot. I was shocked because I was simply sitting on a chair, and that's how people naturally keep their feet when they're sitting. But she never listens to my reasoning. She blames me and starts shooting at me instead. This isn't the first time, either. In the past, my mother told me that if I tripped and fell while walking on the road, it would be my fault because I was supposedly looking up at the sky. So I replied, 'Mom, then why were you looking at the sky? You were walking inside the house—you should have been looking at the floor while walking.'But my mother wouldn't listen to anything I said. She kept blaming only me and insisted that it was entirely my fault.To prove that it was my fault, she twisted her own words and came up with some irrational arguments. I stayed quiet after that. Similar incidents have happened many times before—this is just one example that I decided to share today.