I am a poor man, and my daily life consists of picking up garbage, taking care of my bedridden mother, occasionally sneaking out of the city to look at the sand, and fantasize about the fact that I am the lost daughter of a rich family, or that my beautiful mother is the lost daughter of someone...
Until one day I was tied up with a sack...
I lay on a bed ten times softer than moldy bread and thought:
Me! Thousands of gold!
Then I was ready to pack up and save my old lady who was also covered in a sack.
Purpose: Love life