Title : Can I See My Baby (Story)

Name : Vania Putri Rahmanto
NPM : 21209541
Class : 3EB13

Can I See My Baby

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.

The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks. He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician..."Could nothing be done?" "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured" the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret," said the father. The
operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.

Later he married and led the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her." "I do not believe you could, "said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet." The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears. "Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they"?

REMEMBER...

Real treasure lies not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done but not known. Love sometimes no need to say much.

Read the following, it's meaningful If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the lost for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family, an unwise investment indeed.

FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER,
(I) (L)OVE (Y) OU 

Source :  http://www.yourlifehappiness.com/family_caniseemybaby.html

Conclusion :

Real love and real life is the sincere love of parents. Parents are always trying to make her become a success at any cost even was willing to sacrifice themselves. Parents will always try to cover up his shortcomings so that their children can not continue to receive the scorn of men. Even the enormous sacrifices we can see in this story is a mother who has a disabled child who is not an ear, she was willing to donate it to his ear to his son so his son could hear perfectly. For the sake of the success that he's willing to sacrifice his son like that. So the real love that comes from parents, rather than a boyfriend. because parents do not expect a return breathing and replies, with just feels happy to see her son was happy. Starting today thankful to live with the love of parents, more parents think of happiness and always principled
mom and dad = love (real love)