I remember for a whole year, I stomped on the ground because I wanted a nightingale, I was denied by my father's insistence that you should raise her yourself… I said yes He said that there is responsibility, you must accept it. I accepted Buy! From the next day, I had to wake up early in the morning and feed my nightingale before eating my own breakfast. It made me tired, sometimes I even spent my breakfast time for it and I was hungry myself. I didn't understand why my father didn't do this on the days when I fell asleep or wasn't there and left the nightingale alone with a pang of conscience. One day, when I forgot to put food for him, as soon as he saw me, he whistled and beat himself against the cage. He had made me feel ashamed so that I burst into tears. I looked at my father as if he was guilty. But the only answer I got was that; “Love is not that simple You have to accept the responsibility of your love You can't let others take care of it No one will be you for him...! Either don't like something or feel obligated to it!” This is the story of many of our lives: We love someone, we put him in a cage And then we leave it to God Or at best, we blame it on others This is why our birds die after a while And our pots wither. Take care of the people you love. Either don't start loving them or accept their responsibility until the end! It's hard… But it makes you big.
