The Old Father and the Wayward Son
Once upon a time, in a peaceful town embraced by lush forests, there lived a merciful old man with white hair. For years he had never hesitated to spend the wealth he had earned with hard work for the future of his only son. But the son, who grew up and married, became colder toward his father day by day once he became the owner of the property. The old man, who had handed over his wealth to his child, had unfortunately fallen into the position of a stranger in his own home. Pushed into the darkest corner of the house, this bent old man silently shed tears every night. One winter evening, while the freezing wind pushed against the wooden windows, the old man was trembling from the cold. His old clothes were worn out, and the frost that pierced to his bones had left him completely weak.
With his trembling voice he called out to his son: "My son, will you give me a warm blanket to cover my cold back?" The disloyal son, considering his father's innocent request a burden, ordered his little child to bring a blanket. "Go, take the old horse blanket in the stable and give it to your grandfather," he said, and turned his back. The little child cut the blanket, which he had brought from the dark storeroom he had entered, exactly in two. Seeing that his son had cut the blanket, the man shouted with fury: "What are you doing, why did you ruin that huge blanket?" The deep look in the child's eyes stood up with courage against his father's harsh anger. The little child lovingly covered his grandfather's shoulders with the half he held in his hand.
Then, turning to his father, he said: "I am keeping the other half of the blanket, father." The astonished man asked with curiosity: "Why are you keeping it, what use will that half be to you?" The grandson gave this answer that landed like a slap: "When you grow old and become feeble, I will cover you with this half." These words struck like lightning in the heart of the disloyal son, and with the shame of what he had done he sank onto his knees. The son, who understood his mistake, threw himself in tears upon his father's hands and begged for forgiveness. Children will receive from their own children in the future as much respect as they show to their mother and father. You reap what you sow.