A 55-year old man was washing the utensils in his kitchen with a smile on his face. Today he was about to meet his 5-year old grand-son for the first time. He rinsed the plates, wiped them with a cloth and kept them one below another beside the basin. He then went into the bathroom for a quick bath. As he was getting ready, he imagined his grand-son's face in his mind. Eyes like Cedric, nose like Kerry and lips like me. He giggled and combed his hair. When he was about to place the comb on the table, there came a shattering noise from outside. He rushed into the main hall and saw that his beautiful vase that his friend had gifted him from India, lay on the floor, broken into pieces. His face turned red and his eyes quickly fell on the boy standing close to the table on which the vase was placed.
"You loathsome child! How many times should I tell you to not to wander near my house!"
He slapped the child so hard that his left ear started bleeding. The boy started wailing loudly and ran outside. The old man followed him.He hugged his mother who was taking out the luggage from the car. His mother was shocked and looked at the old man with distraught, whose eyes were brimming with tears. The little boy was none other but his grand-son whom he was going to meet for the first time.
Love to materials and harm to humans. Who is more important.....?
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