Attention! You all come!
I want to make a toast to my oldest daughter Beatrice.
Out of my 22 children...
Beatrice is the most special.
Relax!
You know I love you all.
Just... Beatrice a little bit more.
On the day of Beatrice's birth,
her mother Yuliana grabbed my face and made me promise...
our first daughter would have the best education there was.
At the time, it was an easy promise to make.
I didn't know how much bread I would have to sell to make it happen.
Beatrice, stand.
It took... at least...
10,000 crates of chapati!
Daddy, you're making those numbers up.
My daughter...
I didn't choose to be a baker.
I became a baker because my father was a baker.
But we are giving you the opportunity to find your own path.
My point is go abroad,
study hard and make us proud.
Don't mess this up,
Chosen One.
I'll send for you when I become rich and famous.
Daddy,
the food was delicious.
Are you crying?
No. It's smoke from the oven.
Come here.
I made you something, in honor of your trip to America.
American-style chocolate chips cookie.
Dad, where did you find chocolate?
Do you like it?
I love America already!
You're going to do great things.
But don't forget Uganda.
Please! I have a shift.
You should have thought of that before you contracted Saturday Night Fever.
Dear Jesus!
Hello, Mommy.
Bea-Bea, were you asleep?
It's almost 11:00 a.m. there.
No, no. I've been up for hours.
I hear you were out dancing last night.
Mama, why do you call me when you can just get your information from Eunice?
If my daughter told me what was going on in her life,
I wouldn't have to talk to Eunice.
Ma, I have to go work...
A degree in marine science, but you are handing out french fries.
Thank God your father is not alive to see this.
You're divorced,
sleeping on your friends' couch...
What kind of life do you want for Brian?
It's time to come home.
You've become a spoiled American.
Okay, Mama.
My love,
you're the first woman in our family to go to college.
Why do you continue wasting your education?
Mum, I got to go to work.
Wait...
Dear Jesus!
I thought being a waitress at a restaurant was the bottom.
But now you are a waitress on the sidewalk.
This isn't Uganda. It's not shameful work here.
I'm selling cookies. Dad was a baker.
I can take care of my son like Dad took care of us.
Bea-Bea, my love...
those cookies have made your brain soft.
What must Brian think when he sees you begging on the sidewalk?
I have spoken with your brothers.
We have pooled together the money for you to come home.
We emptied our savings,
and we are giving it to you to come back.
I've had some ups and downs,
but I finally found something that I'm good at.
And it's working.
Mama, you and Dad sent me here to succeed,
and I will succeed.
It's not up for discussion.
Call me tomorrow after you've received the money.
You stole my money!
I'm sorry. I know it seems crazy, but I had to do it. I will pay you back.
Your father and I did not raise you to be this way!
You are a selfish American!
Going to America was your dream. Not mine.
You're right. It was my dream.
You got a chance every girl here would die for. And you squandered it!
And you are a thief!
You bet on me by sending me to this country.
Now I'm betting on me.
You are not my daughter.
You don't mean that.
I do!
Hello?
Hello, Mama...
Welcome, Grandma!
Let me take your bag.
This is my new place.
You'll take my room.
You rest. I'll make you something to eat.
I'm glad you're here, Mama.
Thank you for coming.