Instead of condemning and criticizing others, perhaps we it would be better to try to understand them, to try to figure out why they do what they do. That's a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness, rather than contempt...!!!
A short story that will make me cry if I read in the middle of the night. Talking about a father regretting the way he raises his child and his willingness to change parenting method.
this short story was so beautiful. it’s about a father who regrets how he has condemned his son for lacking manners and looking unpresentable. but, the father realizes that he shouldn’t expect a man out of his son since he is still youthful. the father later vows to see his son as a little boy and become a better father by suffering when he suffers, and by laughing with him instead of scolding him so much. “he is nothing but a boy- a little boy!”
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This is about a letter a father wrote to his son when his son was sleeping , About a father want to say in his heart. The father always mad at the son :about washing face ,wearing shoes ,throw things on the floor ... Well ,the father use Adult standards to treat children ,and now he know the proplem.
I crack up reading the reviews for this short story. Anyone who wept while reading these three trite pages needs to either have their antidepressant dosage upped or needs a swift kick in the balls (get it, because you don't have any). There is a reason this author is best known for writing advertising copy. Pure garbage.
This short story is about a father who expects too much of his young son and treats him harshly, but comes to realize that he is but a baby with a big heart. He goes to his boy's bedside while he is sleeping and apologizes for his parenting methods and promises to be a better father.
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“Mi sto abituando trovare colpe, a sgridare; è questa la ricompensa per il fatto che sei un bambino, non un adulto? Non che non rivolessi bene, beninteso: solo che mi aspettavo troppo dai tuoi pochi anni e insistevo stupidamente a misurarti col metro della mie età.”