She was not noisy like the rest.

Utterly oblivious of her daily task, she neither cooked nor baked nor cared for anything.

Her husband and children had to go hungry, while she sat in a corner sobbing and weeping.

It was indeed a blessing for her that she was able to weep; otherwise her reason might have given way under the terrible and crushing blow.

With the loss of her father she felt as if lost forever, as if her only support, her only hope, had gone.