The story of the little bird Where Can We Find Inspiration for Kids Stories?

 Mother sent Sonu to the market to buy vegetables. When he got home, he left the bag in the kitchen and started calling his mother. The mother sat in the room and made the younger brother do his homework. Sonu was 12 years old and his younger brother Bundy was 5 years old.

 When he was growing up, his mother forced him to do small things - take things from the store, buy vegetables from the market, clean the garden, wash the bicycle, clean the room, iron the clothes. Sonu used to work but he thinks I have to work so much and I don't get anything in return. I decided to talk to my mother about it today. But the courage did not come. 

So I decided to write everything on paper and give it to my mother. After a moment he took the paper and went into the room where his mother was making Bundy do his homework. He calmly handed the paper to his mother, who immediately took the paper and left the room. 

Mother started reading the newspaper. This was written by - Mom, all the work I do this week is reflected in this page. 50 to bring vegetables from the market Garden cleaning - Rs.20 Clothes Pressing - Rs.10 Washing the bike - 5 Rs Installation of cabinets - 5 rupees Account amount - Rs.90. Mom, I want the money I earn from these jobs as pocket money.

 You don't do free work. your son sound The mother laughed after reading her son and the message. Then he started to write something on the paper. After some time he went outside where Sonu was sitting on the swing. Mom put the paper in front of him. Sonu took the paper and started reading. Written on the paper was… Son, you have given your account. Now it's my turn and here's my account: I carried you in my belly for 9 months and it wasn't worth it It cost me nothing to give you milk when you were hungry. 

The cost of taking care of yourself when you are little - nothing. The price of staying up all night to take care of yourself when you're sick - nothing. Indeed, my love for you cannot be measured, it is priceless. Reading this, tears started flowing from Sonuand's eyes. He ran to his mother, hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Mom! I never thought about what you did for me. How much trouble? Mom, I love you!" The love of a mother and #039 is priceless. Its price cannot be estimated or given.