Hello friends, today I’m going to tell you a story about a father and his son.

There was a village where a father lived with his little son. The boy was very small and adorable. One day, both of them were sitting in the courtyard of their house. Just then, a crow came and perched on the edge of the roof. The little boy kept staring at the crow.

After a while, the child asked his father, “Papa, what is that?”

The father looked at the crow and replied, “Son, that is a crow.”
The boy kept watching it. Soon, the crow started cawing — “Caw, caw, caw.”
The boy asked again, “Papa, who is it calling?”

The father replied, “It’s calling its friends and relatives.”
The boy again started watching the crow. After a little while, he asked again, “Papa, what is that thing?”

The father looked again — it was the same crow. He patiently replied, “Son, that is a crow.”
Moments later, the boy again asked, “Papa, whom is that crow calling?”

The father, just as lovingly and patiently, answered, “It’s calling its friends and relatives.”
The boy continued looking at the crow, and kept asking the same questions again and again: “What is that?” and “Whom is it calling?”

Every single time, the father replied calmly and affectionately, “That is a crow, and it’s calling its friends and relatives.”
Days passed, and the boy grew up into a young man. The father, on the other hand, grew old.

One day, both father and son were again sitting in the courtyard. The son was busy working on some business documents. At that moment, the father came and sat beside him, looking around.

Just like that day long ago, a crow came and perched on the roof. When the father saw the crow, he decided to ask his son a question.

He asked, “Son, what is that?”

The son looked up, glanced around, and saw the crow. He replied, “Oh Dad, that’s a crow.”

A little while later, while the son was still working, the crow began cawing — “Caw, caw.”
The father asked again, “Son, whom do you think that crow is calling?”

The son looked up and said, “It can call anyone. What do we care? It can call whoever it wants.” Then he went back to his work.

After waiting a while, the father asked again, “Son, what is that?”

The son looked up and saw that the father was once again pointing to the crow.
This time, the son got a bit irritated and said sharply, “I just told you, it’s a crow.”

Moments later, the father asked again, “Son, what is that?”

Now the son got angry and scolded him, “Old age is making you forget everything, huh? How many times will you ask the same question? It’s a crow — it can call whoever it wants. Let me work!”

The son went back to his papers.
Then the father softly said, “One day, when you were little, you had asked me this same question many times. And every single time, I answered you with love and patience. But today, in my old age, after asking just twice, you’ve become angry. No matter, it’s okay,” he said, and quietly walked away.

At that moment, the son realized he had made a mistake.

Moral of the story:
We should treat our elderly parents with love and patience. For them, that love is nothing less than heaven.