She spent her life not ever noticing how it was constantly spinning. When she turned 93, death came to her. She was spending her last days in the center of the remotest province’s administrative unit called sum, with her youngest son Dashdorj, his wife Tuul and granddaughter Khulan. Dashdorj called and gathered his siblings because his mother was unconscious for several days and fallen ill. Thus Tsermaa came from the center of the province, Lkhagvadash and Suvdaa came rushing from the capital city. The family was once united after a long time. The old woman barely woke up, still fighting against death and saw her kids. She looked very happy to meet them, but felt restless when she didn’t find her youngest daughter Uyanga among them. Her kids grew up from the nest and followed their paths