The Father

The Father

"Many years ago, I pulled out a six months old baby from inside a bus that had crashed in the highway. The mother had died in the accident. I went around asking people and the survivors if anyone...

Published23 March 2017

Reading Time 2 mins

Author Stories of Nepal

Location Nepal

"Many years ago, I pulled out a six months old baby from inside a bus that had crashed in the highway. The mother had died in the accident. I went around asking people and the survivors if anyone knew the baby but no one knew where they came from. As a human, I could not abandon the baby so I took him home and raised him and treated him like my own. He became my son. After 11 years, the father came looking. He said he had heard that the baby had survived. I saw the father and my son re-unite and it gave me peace. The father said, "Thank you for taking care of my son for so many years. Let me repay you. I will compensate you for all you have spent on him." I thanked the father and I told him, "Look sir, I am glad you two are re-united and now if I die I will die in peace. But I cannot take anything from you, because he has become my son too. I just wish you take care of him now. And for me, that will be enough." After thanking me again, they both left. That night, I could not sleep so well." (Bechan Miya, Dharan, Sunsari)

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