Our college has a small canteen where we hangout. It is run by a middle aged couple. They have a son who is about 2-3 years old. Many times they bring him to the canteen. He plays and runs all around the canteen from one table to another and also in the parking outside it. In such a small age he has very less knowledge of what is right and what is not. He just knows one thing, that is, his parents are nearby him and whatever he does will be taken care by them. Sometimes he remains out of the canteen for long and his father goes on his search. He has this bench in the canteen where he sleeps. His mother, even if there is a rush, makes the bench vacant for him to sleep. This is the love of parents. They do whatever is possible for our good and pleasure. And all we see is their beatings and scoldings. We should remember we are here because of our parents and even if we try for a lifetime we cannot repay them for what they have done for us. So respect them, honour them and obey them. Dedicated to all parents.