It was a special occasion.
I had been going through some difficult times, I thought I was doing good, but people were getting angry at me and making me feel like I was doing wrong.
Then, something special happened, my mother came to visit me and to cheer me up.
The path seemed to glow white as she walked towards me and there were lots of children following her.
In her hands she carried a shining cup that she was bringing to me.
Now I have a special cup that my mother gave me.
I have to guard it with my sword, because people try to take it from me.
But I gladly share it with my friends because it was meant for all of us.