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.