There was once a woman from the city of Savatthi by the name of Kisa Gotami, known for her wisdom and kindness. Her virtues had earned her as a husband, a nobleman's son. She was blessed with one son. In one of the dark stormy nights, she noticed her son was not crying. He was dead. Kisa Gotami was devastated. She carried her son in her arms and pleaded gods and folks around her alike to help her and save her son.