Somebody said: “God can’t be everywhere that’s why he made parents.”
Everyday, every hour, every moment from the time we are born, our parents begin their sacrifices for us, whether it is loosing a night’s sleep or letting go of their dreams to fulfill ours. Be it curtailing their monetary desires so that our ‘fees’ could be paid.
Now-a-days, I see the younger generation throwing their lives away, either by smoking cigarettes or ending their lives over a love affair/poor results in examinations. What goes through a mother and father when seeing their child’s dead body?
I am not saying that following your parents’ dream is the only way out, but least you can do it is to give their dreams a try.
They want nothing more and deserve nothing else.
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