A cheerful young woman sits in the kitchen playing peek-a-boo with her
toddler.  The child giggles happily.
    There is a knock on the door.  She goes to answer it.  Outside stands her
landlord accompanied by a couple of police officers and two stern faced people
in suits.  One of the suited individuals steps forward and says, "In accordance
with the new fiscal responsibility act, the state is taking custody of your
child."
    "What?" she thinks, stunned.
    He walks quickly across the room and scoops up the toddler.  Regaining her
senses she shouts "Leave my child alone!" and lunges forward.  She is grabbed by
the officers.
    The child screeches, "No! Mommy!"
    The young mother pushes her arms forward but is restrained tight by the
police.  She pleads desperately, "please don't take my baby.  Please!"
    The child twists and stuggles, wailing and screaming.  "Mommy! Mommy!
Mommy!"
    They carry the child out the door and across the yard to a waiting car.
They shut the youngster screaming and stuggling into the vehicle.  As the car
drives off, the last glimpse she has is of her youngster crying and pounding on
the glass.
    The officers push her unceremoniously to the ground.  Her landlord speaks.
    "Because you no longer have the finances to pay your rent, you are hereby
evicted."

    Later we see the young woman again.  Now her clothes are torn and ragged,
her face dirty.  She is rummaging through a dumpster looking for a morsel to
eat.  She picks up an unrecognizable lump that looks possibly edible.  She
slumps down beside the dumpster in a dirty alleyway and sobs helplessly.

    We see her child crying softly and repeating over and over, "Mommy.  I want
my Mommy."  As we pan back on our view we can see the child is surrounded by
many other children.  Our view shifts back further and we see the toddler is in
a very large room, auditorium sized, filled with children.  We assume that it is
a state run orphanage.  The face of the child has become lost among a sea of
children.