When I rushed home, my mother had been carried into the firewood room. She lay on her back motionless, with her arms and legs outstretched, her hair covering half her cheek. She was drenched and her clothes and trousers clung to her plump and mature carcass. According to the second uncle, when he went down to the ground in the morning, he saw his mother washing clothes by the puddle. When he came back, only his clothes were soaking in the water, but his mother was missing.