Nobody Give Me a Book, Mom

"Nobody gave me a book, Mom,"

The son said very sadly.

"Nobody helps me even though I help them." The son said again. The mother was unable to come up with an answer.

"Everyone's mothers have told us not to give books to anyone. Why is that?"

"You have to do homework, son," the mother turned to her son.

"Then I shouldn't have any either. There won't be English tomorrow."

"I'll get those notes to my son somehow," the mother finally said those words to comfort her son.

"But don't tell me to write notes to anyone. I won't give my books to anyone. I won't tell you things you can't do." The mother's heart stopped at the words of her son, who was never impulsive.

"Son. Let's eat now."

The mother calmed her son down by placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"We should eat happily when we eat. We should eat with love for the trees and the farmer who gave us this food, and with love for yourself and your good qualities, and with a mind that heals us. Okay?"

"I'm sorry."

"We'll talk about it later."

"I will enjoy the things that my mother has worked hard to make, and I will enjoy them with pleasure."

It is customary not to talk while eating. It is also good for the body. Talking while eating can lead to food going the wrong way.

Then mother and son repaired to the lakeside of the garden for a whiff of peace. The scent of blossoms, the fluttering bird call, the sense of the breeze all make us better. Nature has no better blessing.

"I love my son very much."

"I love my mother too..."

"That's what..."

"Because my mother loves me as well as the other children." The son looked away and said.

" Jealous, right? " Mom took her son in her arms after a short pause.

" I can't be like Mom "

" No one can be anyone. You can be you. Everyone is special. "

" I won't lose my goodness, Mom. I will also become a loving person."

" That's right. No matter how much you cut it, mango trees grow again. Flowers bloom in the fragrance of flowers. Knowledge never fades away."

"Is it because I am the first that no one likes me?"

"Write what you know. Whether you are the first or the tenth, you are my son."

"If there were no competitions, we would all be friends. I want to be happy."

"Competition since childhood has made me lose humanity. I have to accept defeat as a victory and take care of my son and live my life carefully."

"I feel like sleeping here."

"Son, sleep while reading this storybook. I am also reading a book."

"Life is about life. That's all. No matter how big a man is, it doesn't matter