true love is total acceptance...

my dad was to come at 4 in the morning...he was to land at the new airport for the first time i his life..( not like a big achievement or something) and so i thought i should go...to see the airport for i cant bear the way my parents talk about architecture....i alone have that right!
we left home as early as 1.30 in the night...which was a way too early... we reached there in half an hour and that means it was just 2 ! i was so annoyed as nobody had heard me wen i said that we shud relax and sleep for an extra hour. but then i had no choice for i am used to behaving well in public ( rather , nobody bothered what i felt) they were in love with the airport. well i liked it too...the whole idea of being able to see the aircrafts fly and land is amazing.
now the key factor was to spend two full hours. as i said i hate it wen my family discusses architecture..so i wasnt being entertained by them for they were ready to explain how the airport functions!( as if i dont know) so i wanted to find a way out of the gyaan daan! i tried walking on the streets for a while... i could see cars going up and down ... great cars i must say! dint like the idea of walking at 2.30 in the morning...then there was this coffe day where i could have spent 15 min hogging...but 2.30.... naa..
taking a few steps ahead i found myself in a bookstore.... i was skimming through the pages of a couple of bestsellers....in a while i was hidden between the shelves..i made space to strech my legs....and then it all happened...the book in my hand was "chicken soup for the mothers soul"
i had read the teachers soul earlier...so i thought i should actually read the mothers soul...
there was this story which touched my heart as it never did before so i take the pleasure to mention it!
its a story of two friends Mary and eliza in their late 30's each having a retarded child
Mary, saves all the money to make a trip to the holy river where she could actually wash her child to make him normal! the chances of this belief getting true though very slim...the mother makes all the effort to take her child along...and makes sure the other kids are taken care of... she leaves for the piligrim and back she comes.... she meets her friend eliza and gives her a bottle of the holy water... eliza so wants her child to be like others too....and out of all the curiosity asks...did ur son?
Mary very slowly said ..... i dint take him to the waters.. i couldnt..... i love my child as he is.....god has sent him this way .... and i love him the way he is...
i am touched!