family

I hit an unknownwhen he passed. "Oh, maafkansaya" was my reaction.He said, "Excuse me, too; I do not see you."
People are not known, nor I, really very polite.Eventually we parted and said goodbye.Yet another story happening at home, see how we treatthe people we love, young and old.
On that day, when I wascooking dinner, my son stood quietly inmy side. When I turned around, almostI just knocked him down. "Move," I saidwith anger. He went, his little heart broken. I do notrealize how rough my words to him.
When I lay in bed, as if God spoke to me gently,"When you're dealing with people who do not you know, your politenessuse, but the children whom you love, you seem to treatarbitrarily. Just look to the kitchen floor, you will findsome flowers near the door. ""The flowers have been picked solely by your son; pink, yellowand blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprisewill he make for you, and you do not even see his wet eyes at the time. "
Immediately I felt ashamed, and now my tears began to drip.I slowly went to my room and knelt near placeshis sleep, "Wake up, son, wake up," I said."Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found it fell from the tree. Itake these flowers because they're pretty like you.I know Mom will love it, especially the blue. "
I said, 'Son, I'm very sorry that I acted today; Mothershould not have yelled like that. "
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I still love you. "I said, "Son, I love you too,and I really like these flowers, especially the blue. "
Do you realize that if we die tomorrow,company where we worked for couldeasily replace us in a matter of days?But the family we leave behind will feel thelost for the rest of their lives.Let us think, we involve ourselves more into workrather than our own families, an investment that certainly lesswise, is not it?