Heartwarming Story: Respect Your Parents In Their Old Age

In a serene moment at home, an elderly father and his educated son found themselves interrupted by a bird landing on their window. The father repeatedly asked his son what it was, each time receiving the same answer: “It’s a crow.” As frustration grew, the son’s patience waned, leading to an outburst of annoyance.

However, the father soon returned with an old diary, revealing a poignant memory. Years ago, when his son was just a toddler, they had a similar encounter with a crow. The young child had asked the same question repeatedly, yet the father responded each time with love and tenderness, never growing irritated.

 

 

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