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Do we always stand up by our parents when they need us? Can we give them as much as they have given us in terms of love, care and affection? Do we remember and can we count how many sacrifices they have done for us. Aren’t we more interested in keeping our managers happy than our parents?
This is not a spiritual or a motivational guide (How to respect your parents and keep them happy) but a very simple and straight tale. I am damn sure everyone who will read this, will find himself in the lead character.
This is a very touchy and eye opening story of a man and his mother, written very beautifully. It has all the love of a mother and all the ignorance of a son. “Times when my mom stood up for me” and “Times when I did not stand up for my mom” these are the two building blocks of the narrative.