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When I were a child,
I never imagined who pays for my feed.
My fellows sometimes whispered,
God feeds to everyone.
But always,
When my dad comes late night home,
He feels tiredness,
Mum boils water for him,
He takes bath,
And changes his clean dress,
Before to enjoy a family delicious meal,
Mum home cooked that.

After Dinner,
He prepares his notes,
I was strange sometimes,
When he changes his glasses,
And fill the line columns.
I found it later,
Why he prepares his note work.
He adds all expenditures,
And counts figures,
When he adds wrongfully,
He asked Mum, Bring me a new calculator,
’Tomorrow’.

Remember, You bought very light colour and small Numeric,
Don’t repeat your mistake this time.
Also he adds,’ we have little shortage this time,
And he warns to Mum,
About her frugal spending thrift.
It will not be sufficient to book holiday,
If you didn’t control extra pennies,
Pennies, why is he always after them? I think.
I found many times from the ground,
When we walk to shopping in the market.
I was always annoyed, 
‘When he refused to buy my choice’.

Sometimes, I complaint,
Mum, My friend’s dad is very gentle.
He always buys new toys and clothes for them, 
But my dad ! 
‘We always afraid to go with him for shopping’.
I remember,’ Mum bought a new dress for him,
When we were celebrating his birthday,
He also refused not to celebrate him,
Why does he do that? I think,
He always was a good saver.
He spends every penny for me my sister,
He was skilled to cut the worry web.

Times never remain same,
One day came when I was also Dad,
It was little hard to run a family on delivery dates,
When wages seems always short.
Who doesn’t like to celebrate happiness?
My son got his birthday,
Sometimes, hiddenly, I got money from my Mum,
I observed,’ Dad never speaks a word,
Every person is a good manager. I cannot say,
A degree of management cannot change domestic nature,
Few people are not literate, but they are good responsible,
But literates are not always cooperative.

Time is a brilliant master,
A man learns through when he acrossed himself,
I never imagined, how is hard to run a family?
Not only family, also our life,
In the olden days, I always go to see my dad and Mum,
They were near and far,
I send a bouquet of flowers to them on their days.
They wrote me a lovely card,
I still remember their advises,
They always care for their children.
I failed to distinct,
Who was the saviour of my Life?
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