There was a poor woman with a baby. She had her hands full taking care the baby. He
was the most important in her life. She was an optimist. The times pass. The child became a man. He got married and had two boys. He thought his mother was old, useless. He hated her, treated her badly.
She was very sad. Home was where the heart was. She loved her son very much, she had done everything for him but now she thought she had nothing. She left home even she did not know where she went to.
The man was not worried about it. He was not responsible for her.
One day, his children asked him where their grandmother was, why she did not live with them. They missed her.
Their father said she had gone too far away. She had not come back home.
His older son said: "If you are old, you will leave home and not live with us, like grandmother . We are not punished, we play all day"
The man thought and thought. He was traveling to look for his mother. He repented of his treatment. But he never found a sense of freedom.