All of a sudden a crow roosted on their window.
The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"
The Son answered "It is a crow".
Following a couple of minutes, the Father asked his Son the second time, "What is this?"
The Son said "Father, I have a little while ago let you know "It's a crow".
After a short time, the old Father again asked his Son the third time,
What is this?"
As of now some outflow of disturbance was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuke. "It's a crow, a crow, a crow".
A brief time after, the Father again asked his Son the fourth time, "What is this?"
This time the Son yelled at his Father, "For what reason do you continue making a similar inquiry over and over, despite the fact that I have disclosed to you such a significant number of times 'IT IS A CROW'.
Is it accurate to say that you are not ready to comprehend this?"
A little later the Father went to his room and returned with an old worn out journal, which he had kept up since his Son was conceived. On opening a page, he requested that his Son read that page. At the point when the child read it, the accompanying words were composed in the journal:-
"Today my little child matured three was sitting with me on the couch, when a crow was perched on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I answered to him every one of the 23 times that it was a Crow. I embraced him affectionately each time he made a similar inquiry over and over for 23 times.
I didn't at all vibe chafed I rather felt friendship for my blameless tyke".
While the little tyke asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no aggravation in answering to a similar inquiry every one of the 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son a similar inquiry only 4 times, the Son felt chafed and irritated.
From today say this so anyone might hear, "I need to see my folks upbeat until the end of time. They have looked after me as far back as I was a little kid.
They have dependably showered their benevolent love on me.
They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the tempest and warmth to make me a man respectable in the general public today".