But it doesn't matter anymore, as death is like a snuffed-out lamp; her controversies and disputes have vanished like smoke and clouds.
I was a child born late in life, my mother adored me, and she would obtain anything I desired, this indulgence of maternal love... To be honest, if I weren't so sure I came from her womb, I'd suspect she was spoiling me to death. Such principle-less doting from a mother would surely turn any man into a spoiled and reckless scion, a sure cause of trouble for the nation and the people when grown up.
