His family was very poor, but very righteous, though no more (as well as no less) than the rest of the world, as the boy saw it. His mother taught him that. His father, on the other hand was completely different person. One day the boy saw as his father was stealing food “to feed son and younger daughter” as he put it. When the boy called him out for the crime of stealing, the father just hit him on the head, saying that he can eat his rules and laws if he objects against stolen food. In addition the boy was punished by his mother for accusing the elder person. From that day forward the boy would hate and despise his father, disregarding everything he did for his son, even when punishment threatened him.
Years went by. Both parents died and the boy and his sister grew up. Upon their mother’s and father’s deaths they discovered that the world was nothing like their mother taught them: it was cruel, sick, corrupt and hypocrite. This discovery forced boy to change his thought about his parents dramatically. He slowly started hating his mother for her naivety and bringing her children up completely unsuitable for the circumstances of this world. In the same time another realisation slowly came to him: that his father wasn’t bad at all, comparing to all the people the grown-up boy saw now all around him. True, he commited plenty of crimes, stealing what didn’t belong to him, but unlike these people he didn’t do it for his personal gain, but for his family – the people, whose well-being he valued most in his life. And that was the greatest lesson his father could give to the boy.
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