A fisherman and his wife had a son after many years of marriage. The boy was the pride and joy of his parents. Then, one day, he turned seriously ill. A fortune was spent on doctors and medicines. But the boy died.
His mother was utterly grief-stricken. There wasn't a tear in his father's eyes.
When his wife reproached him for his total lack of sorrow, the fisherman said, "Let me tell you why I do not weep. Last night I dreamed I was a king and the proud father of eight sons. How happy I was! Then I woke up. Now I am greatly puzzled: Should I weep for those boys or for this one?"
His mother was utterly grief-stricken. There wasn't a tear in his father's eyes.
When his wife reproached him for his total lack of sorrow, the fisherman said, "Let me tell you why I do not weep. Last night I dreamed I was a king and the proud father of eight sons. How happy I was! Then I woke up. Now I am greatly puzzled: Should I weep for those boys or for this one?"
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