"Dear child, remain pious and good, and then our dear God will always protect you, and I will look down on you from heaven and be near you." With this her mother closed her eyes and died. The girl went out to her mother's grave every day and wept, and she remained pious and good. When winter came the snow spread a white cloth over the grave, and when the spring sun had removed it again, her father took himself another wife. That was when her life changed. A living hell.