We feel that what we do is nothing more than a drop of water in the ocean. But the ocean itself feels less without the missing droplets
My son does not have you, but my blood flows in your blood, his name is attached to your name. indeed father did not give birth to you, dad did not breastfeed you but from every drop of sweat it all the milk you drink it. Son, dad does not take care of you all the time but without you knowing it, I always mention your name in my every prayer.
Why do we remember so much when it rains? Because the memory is like rain. When he comes, we can not stop him. How to stop water drops from the sky? Can only wait, until it finishes by itself.
