Must read - story

> Warning...it makes u cry unstoppable, read it when you can cry...
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> 4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder,
> how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She
> must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to
> taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that
> I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and
> emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my
> child.
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> There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I
> had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that
> there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after
> informing my sleepy child.
>
> With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am
> home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So
> with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the
> room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention
> of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken
> porcelain and warm liquid!
>
> I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'...
> a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and
> blanket!
>
> Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged
> straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a
> good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short
> explanation:
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> "Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were
> not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I
> remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any
> adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from
> the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me.
>
> However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under
> the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you
> 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
>
> At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't
> want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried
> with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went
> towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him,
> while coaxing him to sleep.
>
> Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was
> done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was
> still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking
> at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
>
> A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to
> focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to
> most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating
> from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting
> impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
>
> However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This
> time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence
> from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to
> explain.. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling
> out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily
> playing computer games.
>
> I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not
> retaliate, except to say,'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I
> realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the
> invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his
> absence as he has no mummy.....
>
> Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's
> winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in
> every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my
> son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the
> day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post
> master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son
> has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did
> make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him
> as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control.
>
> Once again, as before, he apologized, 'I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional
> reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office
> to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily
> questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
>
> His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy. My eyes
> grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him:
> " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?"
>
> My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but
> each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I
> was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to
> the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
>
> After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing
> what to do, what to say.....
>
> I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if
> you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach
> mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon
> after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters
> on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening
> the letter before they turn to ash.
> And one of the letters broke my heart....
>
> Dear Mummy,
>
> I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the
> school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did
> not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was
> afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went
> around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of
> the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was
> furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit
> me, but I did not tell him the real reason.
>
> Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is
> so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very
> very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to
> forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see
> your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the
> photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your
> dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
>
> After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace
> the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
>
> For the females with children:
>
> Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some
> kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem.
> Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer
> to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and
> take care of your little precious.
>
> For the married men:
>
> Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not
> even business nor clients.Try thinking this way, are you able to work
> till your clients are
> totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In
> this society, no one is indispensable.Take care of your health, so that
> you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.
>
> For those singles out there:
>
> Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving
> yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be
> able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by
> your work or your boss, so nothing
> matters more than your well being.