December 30, 2005

PAID

A little boy goes to the kitchen in the evening while her mother was fixing supper. He handed her a piece of paper he'd been writing on. So, after wiping her hands with her apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For mowing the grass : $5.
For making my own bed this week : $1.
For going to the store : $.50.
For playing with baby brother while U went shopping : $.25.
For taking out the trash : $1.
For getting a good report card : $5.
And for raking the yard : $2.

Well, she looked at him standing there expectantly, a thousand memories flash through her mind. After a pause, she picked up the paper, turning it over and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you, growing inside me : No Charge.
For the nights I sat up with you, doctored you, prayed for you : No charge.
For the time and the tears, and the cost through the years : No Charge.
For the nights filled with dread, and the worries ahead : No Charge.
For advice and the knowledge, and the cost of your college : No Charge.
For the toys, food and clothes, and for wiping your nose : No Charge.

Son, when you add it all up, the full cost of my love is : No Charge.

When kid finished reading, he had great big tears in his eyes. And he looked up at her and said, Mama, I do love you.?

Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: P A I D

Moral of story : keep serving and respecting your parents because they are the ones who make you stand on your feet.

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