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Worth an effort


There was this mother of age thirty two. She had a son who always like to hear a story before going to sleep at night. The son, no matter how simple or same the story was, always respected her effort. The son grew up listening to stories, which his mother made up impromptu. The mother was very happy that they could spend time together.
Many years 
Soon, the boy turned into a man. Got busy in his life. 
He hadn't heard a story for 25 years now. Somewhere in his conscience he wanted to, but his own life and work got the most of him. 
The mother was left alone many years ago. She was quite happy that her son was now a man and was doing good for himself. 
One night, the mother wasn't feeling well. So she decided to call up her son. Her son had gone through a rough day and was resting. He saw the name on the screen when the phone rang. He was both angry and happy. But, the son wanted to talk. So he picked up the phone.
They both talked for a while, and then the son wanted to sleep.
He told her that he would call her the next day.
At first, she insisted him to stay, he said a clear no.
But then she said, "Won't you hear a story, before going to sleep?"
His mother had asked a simple question. 
But even those simple words were heavy enough to change his mood.
He said yes.
His mother narrated a story that this boy had known. But they both displayed the same enthusiasm as they used to.
When she was about to finish, his phone went dead and he couldn't hear the end. He immediately called back. No one picked up.
Her story was the last thing she ever said.

Though it is a moving story, my motive isn't to make you feel the love of a mother. That's obvious.
But, I want to draw your attention towards the fact that even though the son knew the end of the story, he called back.
When someone makes an effort for you, make sure that you are worth the effort to that person. Pretty simple.⚡️
Never take anyone for granted.
If you have time(which you always do), make amends.
We all have someone that we have taken for granted, somewhere in our lives. Let's make ourselves live in better situations than where we already are in.

By : Shaon Bandopadhyay
      :⚡️





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