There was a son who lived at a certain place. I lived with my mother.
A well-behaved mother always got angry and knocked when letting her son work. But his son did not go against his mother.
One day, as usual, when the mother shook his son with a squeeze, saying, "Come on, get up!", The son burst into tears. The surprised mother asked, "Is it painful?" Then my son was crying, "I am sad that my mother's strength was weaker than usual. Mother, please be healthy forever."
The mother, who heard this, said, “I was always hitting my son.”