When I was growing up, my mother gave up her spare time to go fishing in a river near our house.

She hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit of nutritious food for my growth.

After fishing, she would cook some fresh fish soup.

While I was eating, Mother would sit beside me and eat the meat from the scraps.

I offered my soup to her, but she immediately refused and said, "Eat your fish, son. I don't really like fish."

That was Mother's Second Lie.