Understand your Child,don't force them*

~I felt as if some insect was inflicting stingy bites on my face,but it was the rain drops falling on my face.I was looking at my sons tombstone.I don't seem to remember what happened.I looked across to find my wife weeping and others trying to console her.

I closed my eyes and wished i could hold my son for one time.I heard a voice,it seemed familiar.I opened my eyes to find myself in a deserted place,full of lushy grass on all sides.

I saw a person,smiling at me from a distance and in a seconds flash he stood right next to me."Hello there",he said.

"Who are you?",I asked.

"I don't have a name,but people call me God",he said.

I was angry,that he took my son away."Why? Why only my son?",i asked,to which he smiled again and said
"The day i sent your son to you,and the sight where you first held your son,I was happy.I only wished for you all to be happy.But it is you and your society who killed your son today".

I was taken aback,for i was being accused of my sons death.

"How are you saying that?",I retorted.

"Tell me,how did your child die?"

"I don't know,I cannot remember anything",i replied.

"Let me help you,your son collapsed in his college.He had an anxiety attack.And the reason for this to happen is the pressure that you put on your son.Education is a means for a person to discover himself,to develop oneself in his interest.But when someone is asked to pursue the interests of others,their minds cannot bear it.In this case,it is you,the parents,who try to decide what's good for their child".

He was right,I was forcing my child into something which was of no interest to him.Then i realized it's too late now.Tears rolled down my face.I looked at god,bright as a sunlight he was.

"I want him back,please",i said,with a choking voice.

"Go home,son,everything will be alright",he said and i started feeling dizzy.Emptiness seemed to creep on me while i tried to fight back."I want my son",i screamed as i faded into darkness.

I opened my eyes and i was looking at the creaky fan in my room.It was a dream,i was relieved.I quickly went into my sons room and found him in a deep and peaceful sleep.I smiled,went over to his bed and kissed his forehead.

"Dad,I don't like to be a doctor like you,i want to be a Journalist",he said in his sleep.

"I'm sure you'd be a Great Journalist someday son",I replied and went back to bed thanking god for making me realize my mistake.