A Mexica lord speaking to his son told him: "The children who die become as precious green stones, as precious turquoises, as precious bracelets. When they die they go not where it is fearful, the place of sharp winds, the region of the dead. They go there to the home of Tonacatecuhtli; they live in the garden of Tonacatecuhtli, suck the flowers of Tonacatecuhtli, live by the tree of Tonacatecuhtli; by it they suck." "It is not in vain, oh my son, that children, babies, are buried in front of the maize bin, for this signifies that they go to a good place, a fine place, because they are still as precious green stones, still as precious bracelets; still pure, they become as precious turquoises."