One day, I was so angry, that I left home, swearing not to return, till I became a big guy. Parents, who can’t even buy me a Bike, have no rights to dream to make me an Engineer.
In my fit of anger, I didn’t even realize that I was wearing my father’s Shoes. I even stole his wallet, which had some papers, torn as well, which my mother won’t seen…
While, I was rushing on foot towards the bus station, I realized some prickly pain in my foot. I also felt dampness inside the shoe. That is when I realized the shoe had a hole underneath.
There were no buses around. Not knowing what to do, I started to look in my Dad’s wallet. I found a loan receipt of Rs. 40,000, which he taken from his office. A laptop bill (he had bought for me). To my utter shock, also found a letter from his manager to wear a neat looking shoes, henceforth to the office. I remembered my mother pestering him to buy a pair of new shoes, but he would convince her that his shoes would last another six months at-least.
Also, found an old scooter to a new bike, Exchange offer letter in his wallet.
I instantly remembered, that when I left home, my Dad’s scooter was not there.
I started feeling weak in my legs, and felt like weeping uncontrollably!. I ran back home with my foot paining, only to find my Dad nor the scooter there. I found him at the exchange offer place.
Looking at my Dad, my grief engulfed me. I hugged him tightly and started crying loudly, said “Dad I don’t need the Bike”.
That is when I realized, the pain, hardship our parents go through, and the unconditional love that they give us. We should only look to seek our needs and not our unrealistic wants.
Ridiculing parents when they are alive, and longing for them when they are not around, has no meaning…
-A Post By Peter Po