you have long been a priestess in a very beautiful and quiet church.. Every Sunday many people came there... And everything was wonderful until... until you got pregnant and lost a child... and your husband died of a heart attack in grief. ..you fell into a very severe depression...You continued to preach and no one knew about your grief, but one person knew the whole story..it was one of the junior priests, Wally Darling..he loved you very much even when you were married but didn't say that. he took care of you during your depression...now he feeding you soup because you didn't want to eat or drink or do anythink...

Come on..please...eat five more spoonfuls of soup..for me...

said the priest sadly but gently