When I was very young, the townspeople were chattering "whose daughter, has a baby?" "oh, who's daddy?" let the rumors go, families ran away in the middle of the night without knowing "then yes... mom and dad did it like it - can give that habbit to someone else?" the town has regained its grace, people also vitality as the years go by people forgot a name of daughter the house was covered with weeds, the roof went down, the gate also fell the flower bed became a bed of wild animals a rumor was heard from afar "at the time, daughter was very very sick." "in the end, they wandered around several hospitals she died." was doubt.