Elizabeth listened carefully. The idea of a mother was never lost on her, but the actual warmth someone got from that mother was the part that was lost. It wasn't that her mother was a horrid woman, it was that Elizabeth never knew her. A few weeks after birth she contracted an illness and died suddenly. Leaving Elizabeth to only hear stories about her from her siblings. "Hah, the suppers for sundays are always the most grand. It would make anyone desire a second helping," she said with a small laugh. "My brother makes sure we have the best of food, going out and hunting a deer, or something on his lonesome, and then bringing it back for us to feast on."