An elderly woman lived with her son, son's wife, and a six-year-old grandson. The old woman was so weak that she could not walk properly and could see less. His hands trembled as he got older, unable to catch anything. When the old woman sat down to eat at night with the boy and the boy's wife, something happened almost every day. Sometimes he would ruin the table by throwing a glass of milk as a result of shaking his hand, and sometimes he would throw vegetables on the floor. The boy made a separate table for his mother because he had such trouble eating every day. He placed the table in the corner of the room. The old woman would sit there and eat alone and shed tears alone. The sixth grandson was watching all this in silence. One day the old mother broke the glass plate. The old woman's son bought her a wooden plate. One evening the old woman's son saw what his child was doing with a piece of wood. The father to his son. Go and say, father, what are you doing? The child said, I am making a table and a wooden plate. What to eat when the mother is old! So I am making it in advance. The father realized his mistake in the son's words. He told his wife, "From now on, we will feed two mothers every day and then we will eat." But alas, when they went out in the evening to feed the two mothers, they saw that her pregnant mother had died.