�This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn�t enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice�.
While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say �Eat this rice, son! I�m not hungry.� This was Mother�s First Lie. As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make a fish soup.
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