Bogale approached his mother and said, “I know that vase meant a lot to you. It was your mother’s last gift to you. I am sorry Mom you lost it because of me.”
Zeni quietly looked at him and said nothing.
“Mom, why aren’t you angry with me? Accuse me for what happened, please say something.” Bogale said.
Zeni looked at him, smiled and said, “Bogale, you know that this vase was the last gift one from my mother but do you know that she had given me some other gifts that are more valuable than that vase.”
Then she took out some milk from the bottle, poured in a pan and put it on the stove to boil. Once that milk started rising she took some lemon juice and poured it on the milk. The milk began to curdle. She poured more lemon juice and it curdled more.
Lemon+ heat = Curdled milk
Bogale was not sure what his mother was trying to do. He kept looking at her closely.
“Bogale, a perfectly normal relationship get spoiled if you loose your calm or get angry and start blaming each other. A bad situation becomes worse. And we don’t want that to happen in our life, son.”
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