Speak from a father’s heart!

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“An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house, along with his 45 year old highly-educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on the window, making the father ask his son, ‘What is this?’ The Son replied, ‘It is a crow.’

After a few minutes, the father asked his son the second time, ‘What is this?’ The son again said, ‘Father, I have just told you that it’s a crow.’

After a little while, the old father again asked the same question. However, this time, an expression of irritation grew in the son’s tone while he answered his father with a rebuff, ‘It’s a crow, a crow, a crow.’

As if bouncing back from the walls, the question was again taken up by the father, ‘What is that, son?’ But only to his dismay, the son shouted, ‘Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times what it is. Are you too old to understand this?’

If heartache makes sound, the room could have been full of noises then. To the son’s reply, the father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his son was born. On opening a page, he asked his son to read it. And as the son did that, the following words were written in the diary:-

‘A crow is all it took today! My little-son, aged three, was sitting with me on the sofa, when he saw one on the window. He asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a crow. No, I did not at all feel irritated, I rather felt affection for my innocent child. I hugged him lovingly each time I heard him pose his anxious mind to repeat the same question, no matter 23 times or more.’

While the little child asked him 23 times what is this, the father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all that time, and when today the father asked his son the same question just 4 times, the son felt irritated and annoyed.”

When I was young, I think just 13 or 14, my mom told me this touching tale. Being a teenager, I felt all time clingy and irritated. I never understood my parent’s concern for me, I underestimated their every action. But this story actually moved me. It made me realise how much my parents did without even a single stress passed on to me. They loved me unconditionally. My father was always there to help me out. From infancy to teenage, he loved me, supported me, taught me and stood by me.

Its important to understand that it’s our responsibility to take care of our parents as they did for us, to consider their happiness before ours. Haven’t they already done a lot? Let’s take the work in hands now, let’s try to speak from a father’s heart!

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Srishti Jaswal (MCM College 36)

Srishti Jaiswal (MCM College 36)

I am doing psychology hons from MCMDAV College.
I love travelling and cooking.
I am DIY enthusiast.

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