A mother took her curious young daughter for a stroll to a beautiful rose garden. With wide eyes, child walked wondered holding her mother's hand.
'Ah, look at that beautiful red rose dear, how lovely it smells!"
"Hmm, it smells so good mommy. Would it smell so good if it were black in color?" she asked tilting her neck, looking at her mother filled with innocence.
Mother smiled at her confusion "Here, now here is a jubilant white rose dear, smell it."
"Oh, this one doesn't smell Mommy, I wonder why? Is it then that the black and white roses don’t smell good," she asked with curios eyes above her contracted little nose. Her mother sat on her knees and smiled at her.
Holding her little fingers she told her, "Color doesn't decide the fragrance honey. Even if the fragrant rose was black in color, it would smell the same."
'Ah, look at that beautiful red rose dear, how lovely it smells!"
"Hmm, it smells so good mommy. Would it smell so good if it were black in color?" she asked tilting her neck, looking at her mother filled with innocence.
Mother smiled at her confusion "Here, now here is a jubilant white rose dear, smell it."
"Oh, this one doesn't smell Mommy, I wonder why? Is it then that the black and white roses don’t smell good," she asked with curios eyes above her contracted little nose. Her mother sat on her knees and smiled at her.
- January 03, 2012
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