“What is this?” the Father questioned his Son. It’s a crow, the Son retorted. The Father asked his Son “What is this?” for the second time after a short while. “Father, I just told you “It’s a crow,” the Son said. After a short period, the elderly father asked his Son, “What is this?” a third time. When the Son said to his Father with a rebuke at this point, there was a hint of annoyance in his tone. Crow, crow, it’s a crow.After a short while, the Father questioned his Son for the fourth time, “What is this?”
This time, the Son yelled at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question over and over again when I’ve told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you incapable of comprehending this?
A little while later, the father returned from his room with an old, ragged diary that he had kept since the birth of his son. He requested his Son to read the page after he turned it. The diary had the following entries when the son read it:
