Once upon a time, there lived an old woman with her son, named Malin. They lived suffered and hanged with the forest yield.
Mom : “Malin, come here son, help me to carry this firewoods.”
Malin : “Yes mom, wait a minute.” (Malin helped his mother)
Malin : “Mom how long will this last? I want some change.”
Mom : “I don’t know malin, we must be patient and don’t stop praying to God.”
Malin : “Mom, I have an idea, would you let me go away to change my fortune? Who knows I will be a rich man.”
Mom: ...
