a old poor lady
in an village lived a old lady with two kids who were adults. she had to do all the work even harvesting the crops because her sons wouldn't even dare to work. they were so lazy they even stood up from they're bed, one day the old lady died and still the sons were lazy as before. even when the lamp went out, they wouldn't even light it up. they waited and waited for they're mother, day by day still waiting, growing weaker and weaker, until they died moral is know the importance of parents and they're sacrifices, enjoy every last bit of life too.
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