Friday, January 13, 2017

Don't You Ever Be Sorry



As far as I remember have I never asked, begged for something. My mother chose, provided for my clothes, shoes, school necessities, when I’m married, you did it for me, our sons bought me a wrist-watch, sports-shoes, a mountain-bike, a piano, computer, my father provided some money to buy us a house and our sons rebuilt it for us into a big house.

I said: “God, I’ve nothing to ask, don’t worry, trouble Yourself to grant me anything.” Then unasked He grants me a father and a mother and children, except which I can’t choose them myself. 

Yet I would never, ever exchange them with another father and mother, or other children how loving, good, delightful and smart they might be.
But I may, am allowed to choose you, you know? Who knows, someday I might repent and think of exchanging you. Ha. Ha.

I have no car and go by train, bus, walk or bike and buy me an organ. Yet, am I content. I feel myself very rich. Aren't you proud?

Now, kiss me. It’s a command.



This is my book. You can read it.

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