A young mother knows that the people who control her land will take her baby from her. This is what happens to children sometimes. The rich and powerful need a new slave that they can bend and mold to their will sometimes, one they can keep in the intimate confines of their mansions. And it's so easy to break a child if you raise said child. She knows that her baby will grow up not knowing the stories and songs and anger and laughter of the people in the fields and factories and mines. Before she has to say goodbye forever though, she can give the child something important. A piece of her history, a bit of strength.