Anne: So I finally went to meet my real mother. I thought they'd live in the country or the outback or something. You know, at one with the land. But here they are in a housing commission flat, all crowded in. I just thought it would be different somehow.

White Father: You're one of us, Anne - we've brought you up as one of our own.

White Mother: We've given you everything, a home, an education, a future.

White Father: Don't you appreciate all we've done"

Black Mother: But we ya real mob.

Black Father: Yeah, and you have to come back to us, its where you belong, girl.

Black Friend: Us lot has got to stick tageva ya know.

White Mother: Are you just going to throw away everything we taught you"

White Father: If you go back, we wont have you here.

White Mother: How can...