My father died when I was very young. All I remember of my childhood is my mother crying, day after day. If she hadn't had to take care of me, I think she would have followed my father.
I didn't want her to suffer so much pain. I thought that if my mother could forget all of her pain, it would be wonderful! So I tried to find a herb, one that could make people forget their pain, one that could make my mother happy again.
I wanted to make a soup to let people forget their pain.
But my mother couldn't wait for that day, and she left me.