Shahrokh was at his friend’s house for a visit.
His friend’s son was doing homework when the door bell rang. His friend’s father walked in with a box of color pencils for his grandson.
When the grandson got the gift he loudly said: “But grandpa, these colored pencils have no brand and they don’t have good quality.”
His friend’s wife smiled and said: “See Dad, you can’t trick kids these days because they are very smart.”
The poor grandpa didn’t know what to say.
Shahrokh didn’t like what he saw and heard so he looked at his friend’s son and said: “When I was a little boy, my grandma gifted me a broken sugar cube.
I didn’t like it but I politely said thank you and went to my Dad and complained quietly to him; “Why did your mother give me a sugar cube as a walk-in gift. This sugar cube is worth nothing.”
And my Dad said: “When Grandma was a little girl, it was world war II and people didn’t have enough food to eat and having a piece of sugar cube was a dream.
Grandma still believes the sugar cubes are precious and valuable because it was once her wish to have one.
I know that we have a full jar of sugar cubes in the house but they’re just sweet. They are not caring, loving and kind sugar cubes. When someone very close to us gives us a gift, they do it out of their sweet heart, they want to show us how much they love us and that is priceless. You will never be able to find that in any store with the most expensive price.” After 40 years I never found any sugar cube as sweet as my grandma’s gifts that could make my heart and soul sweet as well.”