A nice story about Love
That morning the atmosphere in my house is not as usual. Begotten daughter who is usually cheerful, sat crying at the dinner table. In front there is a typical rice bowl of India (curd rice). Sindu is a sweet child and includes smart in the new age of 8 years. She really did not like to eat this rice curd. My mother and my wife are still old-fashioned. They believe that when eating curd rice will cause a "cooling effect". I was reading the newspaper near the dining table. My wife approached me and asked in a high tone, "how much longer will you read the newspaper? Can you help me persuade Sindu eat rice?" I put down the newspaper and approached the table. I picked up the rice bowl and said "My dear, for me, would you eat a few spoonfuls of curd rice this? If not, then your mother will yelling to me". I could feel my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu's crying subsided and she was wiping her eyes with her hand, and said "I would be allowed to eat curd rice is not just a few tablespoons but everything going to be spent, but I'll ask ..." For a moment he hesitated. "I will ask something when I out of all the rice. Is the father willing to promise to meet my request? I replied "oh sure, dear". Sindu asked once again to convince her that I was serious, “it really dad”? "Yeah sure", I said, grasping her hands are soft as a sign of approval. Sindu also urged his mother to take the same pledge. My wife said without emotion, "promises", said my wife. I'm a bit worried and said, "Honey, do not ask for something expensive, because I does not currently have any money". Sindu said with a smile at me "do not worry dad, I did not ask for expensive items". Sindu then slowly and seemed to suffer, begin to eat and spend all the rice in a bowl. In my heart I feel angry to my mother and my wife because they forced Sindu to eat something that she did not like. After Sindu through her suffering, she approached me with eyes full of hope, and all the attention (I, my wife and also my mother) on her. She held my hand and begged, "Daddy, I want to shave my head". We were all there in the room eating when it sank.
That morning the atmosphere in my house is not as usual. Begotten daughter who is usually cheerful, sat crying at the dinner table. In front there is a typical rice bowl of India (curd rice). Sindu is a sweet child and includes smart in the new age of 8 years. She really did not like to eat this rice curd. My mother and my wife are still old-fashioned. They believe that when eating curd rice will cause a "cooling effect". I was reading the newspaper near the dining table. My wife approached me and asked in a high tone, "how much longer will you read the newspaper? Can you help me persuade Sindu eat rice?" I put down the newspaper and approached the table. I picked up the rice bowl and said "My dear, for me, would you eat a few spoonfuls of curd rice this? If not, then your mother will yelling to me". I could feel my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu's crying subsided and she was wiping her eyes with her hand, and said "I would be allowed to eat curd rice is not just a few tablespoons but everything going to be spent, but I'll ask ..." For a moment he hesitated. "I will ask something when I out of all the rice. Is the father willing to promise to meet my request? I replied "oh sure, dear". Sindu asked once again to convince her that I was serious, “it really dad”? "Yeah sure", I said, grasping her hands are soft as a sign of approval. Sindu also urged his mother to take the same pledge. My wife said without emotion, "promises", said my wife. I'm a bit worried and said, "Honey, do not ask for something expensive, because I does not currently have any money". Sindu said with a smile at me "do not worry dad, I did not ask for expensive items". Sindu then slowly and seemed to suffer, begin to eat and spend all the rice in a bowl. In my heart I feel angry to my mother and my wife because they forced Sindu to eat something that she did not like. After Sindu through her suffering, she approached me with eyes full of hope, and all the attention (I, my wife and also my mother) on her. She held my hand and begged, "Daddy, I want to shave my head". We were all there in the room eating when it sank.
In the culture of our nation (India) it is not something reasonable. That is something that is impossible to do. It is impossible. My mother grumbled and assess Sindu watching too much TV so the TV programs that are destroying our culture values in my daughter. I tried to persuade her. "Honey, get all the other things. We will all be sad to see you bald". But Sindu stick with her choice and insisted that others do not want to ask. I tried begging her but she still did not budge. I melted when she said as she sobbed, "Dad, you saw how miserable I spent a rice milk was sour and you had promised to fulfill my request. Now, why you want to draw / lick your own spit? Did not you has taught a moral lesson, that we must fulfill our promises no matter what happens to a person like Harishchandra king (an ancient Indian king) to fulfill his promise would have given the throne, wealth / power, even his own son's life ". I decided to fulfill my request. Simultaneously, my wife and my mom said "Are you crazy?" "No", I said "if we lick our own spit, she would never learn how to respect herself. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled". She was shaving her head that day. With a bald head, round face appear Sind and nice big eyes. On Monday, I drove her to school. I caught a glimpse bald Sindu walking to class and waved to me. Smiling, I waved back. Suddenly a boy came out of the car shouting, "Sindu please wait for me". What surprised me is it the boy's head was also bald. I think maybe bald is a trend nowadays . Without introducing herself , a woman out of the car and said, "your child, Sindu really great. The boy who walked with her right now is my son Harish. He suffered from leukemia cancer". The woman paused, sobbing cry. "Last month Harish absent from school. Because of Chemo therapy treatment head to be bald, so he did not want to go to school for fear of being ridiculed by his classmates. Last week Sindu came to my house and promised to my children to overcome the ridicule that might occur. I just really did not think that Sindu willing to sacrifice her beautiful hair for my son Harish. Mr and wife lord God has truly blessed the noble daughter. I stood and I cried, my little angel, please teach me about love.
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