Father's Love

'In December 2012.

One of the coldest winter evenings, I was together with mom, dad and elder brothers around fireside. My dad, almost 75 years old was sitting on armchair quite close to me and asking about my holidays.

“How many days were your holidays?"

I replied “just 10 days."

After a little while, he asked me again, “How many days?”

I said “Father, I have told you just now. 10 days. Really, I have only one day of holiday that is X'mas day, and the rest were my leave."

A little after, my father again asked me the third time,

“Ten days?”

At this time some expression of irritation was felt in my tone and my voice was a little high when I said to him with a rebuff.

“Why did you keep asking me this question again and again, I have told you several times. That’s ‘10 DAYS"

And we're silenced a while!

About half hour later, some words warned me which I have ever read from his old dairy book. In that book, the following words were written:

“Today I was carrying my youngest son aged six on my shoulder along the road to Mualbeem. On the way, he asked me the following question several times. As his mom felt annoyed, she let him not to ask me that question. But he didn't. His question was:

'How more miles to go papa?'

I replied to him that we were almost there. Just about 2 more miles to go. I answered him kindly each time he asked me that question. By answering his questions, I felt affection for my innocent child."

While I asked my father several times, he had felt no irritation in replying to my question. But, when he asked me the same question just three times, why I felt irritated and annoyed, it was stuck in my heart remorsefully!

But I could not go back that day.