It starts with an old man doing ordinary things in his flat, accompanied by his successful son in his 40ties. Then, something snapped, changing everything.
A crow tapped on the window. The father curiously asked, “What is that, son?”. He replied, “it’s a crow.”. A few minutes later, the father, again, asked, “What is this, son?” and again the son mumbled, “It’s a crow, dad, I already told you once”. Soon after, the old man, once again, was confused by the curious thing that tapped on the window and went on for the third time, asking, “What is this, son?”.
The son, slowly losing his patience, but yet, without hesitating, he once again told his father with a rebuff, “It’s a crow, father, a crow”. And then the fourth time came. He smiled, and asked again, “What is this, son”?
Visible irritation was starting to build in this young men. How could his father not understand? It’s obviously a crow. He has given him the answer so many times. “So annoying…”, he thought, then he started yelling. “You keep asking me the same question again and again. And I have told you three times before, father, it’s a crow!”
It was quiet in the room. Time didn’t seem to pass. He stood up, the father, and began walking to his room. He came back. Oh, the old days were all gone. Only memories remain, and a little old diary. He gave it to his son, while he laid to rest. Open it, son, and so he did. On the front page, were carved forever, words to remember, to teach, and embrace.
He gave it to his son, while he laid to rest. Open it, son, and so he did. On the front page, were carved forever, words to remember, to teach, and embrace.
–“Today my son, aged three, innocently asked me, while the crow was sitting on the window, “Father, what is this?”. And I told him so. But repeatedly he asked, and he asked, 24 times he asked me. And 24 times I answered. Filled with joy each time he did. Hugging him, cherishing him. And for not one moment, I felt irritated.”
Respect Your Parents In Their Old Age
The story goes. Respect the old and young. Your neighbors and your teacher, Jane. Respect the mailman and those who oppose you, for they have a different opinion, they mean you no harm. But most of all, respect your parents.
If they are your burden when they grow old, so were you when you were young. Speak to them graciously, humbly, and always be kind to them. They have always selflessly loved you and always will. And now, it’s time for you to take the wheel and care for them, while you still can.
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