IGoosebumps reading .. While Got Time, Donate To Our Parents! So late ... In a mosque in the elite housing town of Bogor "wan ... Where are you going ... Do not eat a meal first?" "next time aja ... Udah afternoon ... Coming home ... Until ktemu again ya ... Greetings for family" I see him go in a hurry ... Someone from behind me said "I do not have weird riefs ... He's shubuh and afternoon batin his maiden since the stroke .. Penyin and clean pampers kalo pup and ngajak road every morning let sunshine ... Though he is rich ... Nyawat nurse also can ... But he does not want ... In fact he took care of all of them ... He never wanted to take a job that made him must stay home ninggalin ... Though many big projects that mendin him ... Patient really he . " I smiled... Among the many people who prefer to enter their parents to a nursing home or hire nuns to care for ... He ... prefer to do it alone ... Bakti child to his parents ... "never ente asked why he wants like that?" "ever ... She said ... 9 months full of burden, 2 thun full breastfeeding hold many things and prohibitions ... Sacrificing his youth to be patient raising me, arresting anger over my ignorance, my mistake, my stupidity, my keisengan ... Sacrificing his freedom to take care of me ... Making sure my stomach is filled with food and sleeping soundly while he often sleeps in a state of hunger and sleeping talents keeping me from mosquito bites ... Tirelessly watching me ... Advising and fighting my life by putting aside the feeling of wanting to enjoy the pleasure of his personal pleasure ... Then... What kind of child am I to let the mother be taken care of by not the defender? What kind of children do I feel when it's hard to take care of a deadly mother to comfort me and secure me? What kind of child am I to let her old age without accepting her son's kindness in return for the sacrifice of her life? What kind of a child am I if my work and money are more important than taking care of parents who are obviously very meritorious to my life? I do not want to be sorry if my mother died when I have not proven my love and affection and my devotion to him " I was silent and did not feel the tears melting in my cheeks ... Remembering my mom and gray hairs started to fill her head .. From Brother Arief Rakhmanto What lessons or lessons can you draw from this story? Please feel free to write his feelings in the comments field. If this story is considered useful, please share so many more people who get the same benefits ..
