The elderly grandfather and his seven-year-old grandson were sitting in a narrow corner of the house. Talk - Their troubles, the secret of sorrow
The grandson said, often sitting on my head, the spoon falls into my hands, the rice is gone, the cloth stays in the sun. Everyone looks at me warmly and says, 'I am going to table table.'
Grandfather said, I too.
Granny said whispered, sometimes I whispered in the pants.
Grandfather said in a sly, I too
The grandson was smiling to laugh. False Falley said in the eye, I often cry alone.
Grandfather drank her head and said, "Yes, I too."
The grandson does not have any attention, but the attention of the elderly is not the only attention to me. My grief, they do not care about my cry. That's my big trouble.
The old grandfather put his dead hands on the grandson's hand. With great warmth and affection, he said, "Do not be sad, my grandfather. Those older people will also be old.
On that day they will say these things with your children, which we are both now in the neutral corner of the verandah.