"And then he saw two kids fighting. One of the kids is seemingly coming from a well-doing family, and the other one is the child of a farmer. The latter is getting hit and being told, how dare you touch my ball with your dirty hands. That picture stuck with him in his mind, and then he wrote: Life gave one everything. Maybe, the mistake of the other one is that he was born with nothing." ~Childhood novel - Tolstoy
It was a story from L. Tolstoy's novel that he was reading to his kid. He instantly closed the book and said to his kid, that will be all for now. He realized that there is so much depth in that story and he himself was touched by it. He did not realize that some stories carry different meanings with them. That the could be understood and seen from different perspective. He could not tell what is his kid take on this. He asked him to go to sleep and they will continue with another story tomorrow's night.
The father stood up from the chair next to his son, turned off the lights and left the room. On his way to his room. The story was repeating itself in his mind and a odd voice was saying "It's getting better". He opened the book again and continued reading the story. It turns out that the next day, the man who saw the fight bought a ball and gave it to the farmer's kid. An instant thought told him, "that's nice". Then he thought, could a pleasant or beautiful ending make up for the sorrows the lays between a story pages?
While he is walking down the corridor, he noticed his wife is still busy sewing that sweater. The sweater that she was going to give to their son when the school break starts. He said to himself, there are many events that happens within a day. Good or bad. But, what do we choose to keep thinking about?
