Kangadesaputra's Corner

On a day when the tour in my town got upset with the behavior of a mother at the cross roads. In the drizzling rain, let a toddler lying asleep under a tree next to a red light. Not far away, a young mother with shabby clothes lifted a hand to the glass-glass car stopped waiting for green lights.

Oops Mom, your son why you wasted it like that? Or is this a deliberate mother to peddle mercy to himself? Or She's not a mother? Why He's an innocent child who should bear the burden of your life, oh Mother!

On the next day, from the inter-city bus ... I see the opposite view. In the area of Cianjur, it seemed to me the people who were harvesting rice. And in between, there was a mother, a farm worker, harvesting rice in her arms her son. Really sorry for this mother, with sweat streaming down his cheeks and neck ... he looks tough mowing grass and bear the burden of carrying a child on her ... (his back)

Oh Mother ...

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