Long ago, there was a thatched house in one village. In this house there lived a father,a mother, a grandfather and a boy of about 10 years old. One day, mother went to the neighboring village and returned with the small earthenware. Her son asked his mother looking up at her. “Mother, what’s this for?”
“This is the rice bowl for your grandfather.”
After inclining his head and looking into the small earthenware, boy asked again.
“I am afraid grandfather will be hungry.”
Mother was very angry to hear it.
“You, Hever mind, grandfather can not be hungry because he always stays in the room without working.”
It was that evening.
Mother asked his son to take the boiled rice in that small earthenware to the grandfather. Grandfather was very sorrowful. His hands taking the eartherware shook. The earthenware fell down from his hands and was shattered.
Taking the pieces of broken earthenware and trying to set them, boy spoke ill of his father. “Grandfaher, what’s the matter with you 2”
Looking down at his grandson, he asked him in the sorrowful voice.
“I am sorry, but why do you try to set it 2.”
Boy answered him.
“When mother is as old as you, I am going to give her the boiled rice in this small earthenware.”
At the kitchen mother was really shocked to hear her son answer the grandfather.
After that, mother gave grandfather much boiled rice every day.