One morning a young child still toddler asked his father.
Child: Pa, what's on your mom's chest?
Papa: Oh it's a gas balloon. Later when mama died of the balloon that we blow let mama fly to heaven.
As soon as the father's word outsmarted his son's question. In the afternoon after work the father saw his son pensive sitting on the porch alone. The father could not bear to ask.
Papa: Why are you sad?
Son: Pa, Mom will be going to heaven soon?
Papa: What do you mean boy?
Child: It was afternoon time Papa was working balloon mama blown Om Karjo.