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Advice From A Mother To Her Son

Here's a story about a mother and her son.

Long ago, there was this little boy who grew up in a neighbourhood surrounded by poverty.

All his life, he had been exposed to hardship and never knowing it, cos he never knew any better.

One day, he saw a kid in school being fetched by the father's car to school, and he looked at his muddy shoes and hands, worn from sending newspaper during dawn and cycling from neighbourhood to neighbourhood before going to school.

When he got back, he asked his mum, "Mum, how come life is so tough on us?"

The mum asked him why he asked her such question, so he told her of what he saw. The difference of lifestyle and the simplicity that life can offer to a different kid from a different block of the street.

So she answered, "Son, we may live in a street surrounded by poverty, but we are rich from within because we have hands and feet that work to feed our mouths. You may not understand it now, but one day, you will."

So the son kept quiet and did his usual chores with no more questions, only an open mind to curiousity and earnesty in learning.

The son worked till after he graduated and worked some more for a store nearby. His diligence and eanesty earned him the reputation of the hardest working man on the street.

Not long later, after much toiling and saving, he opened a workshop and brought in many of his friends who didn't manage to graduate school and brought them to work. He kept himself as a hardworking but humble employer by constantly being a presence and be the last person to leave at the end of the day.

One day, he saw back the same kid from school whom made him questioned his mum some while back. The same kid is no bigger nor smaller compared to the first time he saw him, this time however he was paler in comparison and had a manservant who did everything he bidded.

Then the son looked at his calloused ridden hands and strong feet and looked up at the sky.

And he smiled.

Not long after he opened his third shop on the street and bringing more job opportunities to the neighbourhood, the son's beloved mother passed away and left him a will.

In grief, the son locked himself in his room, and opened the letter.

The content of the letter wrote as below;

"Dear my beloved son,

Many years have come and gone, and I hope that you've learnt the lesson that I've instilled on you ever since you were born.

Our family has always been born rich, but I never exposed you to the opposite side of poverty, because I fear your eyes may be blinded by hipocrisy and lies of the people who are more interested in your money than in you as a person.

It has always troubled me to think back if I should have let you live in the lifestyle that you are being born into, and it grieved me to finally come into a decision of leaving my home and bringing us to live here.

I've watched all my life to see my sisters and brothers squandered the family's heirloom to vices and temptations, and with my parents aging and nobody to build up the family's inheritance, I've finally made the decision of letting go of the life I'm accustomed to so I can give you something more important that any money can offer; your heart to exceed yourself.

That day when you came back and asked the question on why life is tough on our family, I hope that you have finally opened your eyes to the freedom that is being offered to us, who have nothing.

Because with nothing, only then you can build something.

Goodbye, my dearest son, and I hope that life will be kind to you from now on, since nothing can appear tough to you, any more.

Your loving Mother."

The son wept and grieved, then he built an empire worthy of his mother's approval.

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