
Henry and his father
That was long ago. Nine years had passed. Still the father continued to carve his wood and fix his nails to make his quiet living. The hilltop was even quieter these days without his little boy visiting him. Only the sound of his hammer and the chirping of the birds who watched him were heard. The father sat, frown on his face, thinking hard while he hammered some nails. Twice he missed.
In the morning the father had received a letter from his son. It read- "Dear father, It's Henry. How are you? I am shameful that I am asking you now after so many years. I was scared to show my face to you. I really want to see you and know that you will understand.
Do not think that I betrayed you. You are the best father ever. After I left, I became a teacher and not a carpenter like you had expected. I really did want to make you proud, but.....Even though I did not learn your skills of carpentry, I learnt much more from you.
I am patient when I teach my students, Just as you were patient while you sawed your wood. I like all my students whether they are smart or not. You thought me this. And I take all the depression and happiness of the job just like you told me to- Bear the blisters.
I hope you will forgive me."
The words ‘yours lovingly' were blurred by the tears of the father. Here itself we can see the love of the father and son for each other
The Father again picked up his hammer and this time continued his work with more concentration. "I am proud of you son" He said a tear falling on the blue rocking horse.


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