I was breathless when I was born. People in the village persuaded my mother to bury me, but my mother was unwilling. She took me to the mountains alone and knelt in a ruined temple for three days and three nights. Since then, I miraculously survived and was no different from a normal baby. It wasn't until I was five years old that my mother put on my wedding dress with her own hands and said that my husband was coming to pick me up.
