For my father memories!

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once my father told me this: an old man went to the park with his young son to take a walk, they sit on a bench. an old man saw a sparrow and asked his son what is that? he said what a fool question! that is a sparrow.... father sit somewhere else and again notice to a small bird and asked : what is that? son get angry and shout to his father: old man! that is a sparrow, how many times do you ask? his father smiled and said to his son, do you remember the time you were a kid and we used to come here, you sit here next to me and there and there and there, and asked me the same question many many times but i did not shout, it did not bored me at all, it did not make me angry at all... he sighs and shake his head, today you grow enough to know that is a sparrow but not to know how to make a value for this old man who taught you things when you were a kid, cause you are young and i am old enough now? your feeling changed as you became young, but for me, you are still the little boy that i always love him... I remember this much about what my father said to me but he explain so nice for me, today i remember this much about that and i really miss my father...