Ankyra Sound there's rosemary, that's for rememberance

She didn't even remember the face of the woman who told her that, it was so long ago now.  Nor did she remember what she wished for.  Perhaps nothing as well.

Then I'll make one this time, she said, and closed her eyes.  My secret is that I hate the taste of eggs, she said, being sure to sound (jestingly) solemn.  And my wish is for all of you to grow big and strong an healthy.  Mainly so that you can catch your poor mom other better food, she ended, smiling and teasingly tickling her daughter's side.