Every drop of tears that Obu shed trickled down his cheek with grief.
He buried his son with a great cut in his heart. And not a few moments after the young man's corpse was lowered in the sky his spirit travelled for three days until it reached the sun.
"What brings you now?" the goddess of the sun and justice asked curiously.
"You were supposed to live a hundred and thirty years on earth." With tears dropping in my tiny rivulets, the young man groaned.
"My aunt's envy and rage for not having a child of her own is the reason I have come."