"I HATE THE KING!"
" What about the person that gave birth to you? Can you tell me anything about her?"
The deity
" Mama?" As the little girl sat quietly with her hand resting on her chin, she couldn't help but delve into her thoughts about her mother. She vividly remembered all the precious moments they shared together from collecting herbs, to playing in the field of flowers. She cherished every single memory and held them close to her heart, for her, her mother was more than just a parent- she was her best friend, confidant, and everything in between." Mama is the most prettiest person in the world and kindest too. She is so wonderful and smart, when I grow up I want to be just like Mama!— It really a shame, I was not born with her eyes. Mommy eyes are so amazing!"
