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Respect your Parents

On a spring morning, an old woman was sitting on the sofa in her
house. Her young son was reading a newspaper. Suddenly a pigeon sat
on the window.
The mother asked her son quietly, “What is this?” The son replied:
“It is a pigeon”. After a few minutes, she asked her son for the second
time, “What is this?” The son said, “Mom, I have just told you, “It is a
pigeon, a pigeon”. After a little while, the old mother asked her son for
the third time, “What is this?” This time the son shouted at his mother,
“Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again? Are
you hard of hearing?”
A little later, the mother went to her room and came back with an
old diary. She said, “My dear son, I bought this diary when you were
born”. Then, she opened a page and kindly asked her son to read
that page. The son looked at the page, paused and
started reading it aloud:

Today my little son
was sitting on my lap,
when a pigeon sat on
each time when he
the window. My son
asked me the same
asked me what it was
question again and
15 times, and I replied
again. I did not
1 to him all 15 times feel angry at all. I
LESSON I hugged him lovingly was actually feeling
that it was a pigeon.
happy for my lovely
child.

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