One day you asked me not to cook for you, saying, “You can see that I can’t eat anything. Still, why are you cooking? You have so many things to do. Why are you wasting your time cooking for me?”
I told you, “I cook, hoping that someday you will feel better and would like to eat something.”
You replied, “I will get better only when I leave this world.”
I broke down crying. In a very soothing voice you said, “Is this what you learnt from me? Is this what I taught you? Didn’t I say, didn’t I teach
