Mama has passed away...
She's dead.
I'll put her outside.
No! Mother will get a proper burial.
I have to get her ready.
She will stink soon. I'm taking her outside.
No. No!
You wanted her to die.
You hated her.
You hate me.
I hate you!
You can't leave Mama outside!
Stop!
You can't leave Mama outside!
lce!
Cold!
Frozen!
You will give me a son.
What are you doing, Mama?
Sweeping-
You can see I am sweeping.
Why?
Why Sweep?
We must have a clean house.
We always had a clean house.
Mama, you have lost your mind.
The floor is made of dirt.
Will you sweep the dirt away from the dirt?
This house will be clean.
Cleaniness is next to Godliness.
Yonder where the road bends,
is a pretty little house -
The walls stand crooked.
Yonder, where the road bends,
is a pretty little house -
Stop it! Stop doing that!
I give you my seed.
But you don't accept it.
You will take my seed, woman.
You will bear my children.