There is a story about his grandfather and grandson. The grandfather was almost blind and deaf. His knees were always shaking. Every time he sat at the dining table, it was difficult for him to lift the spoon. The soup she scooped out often spilled back and the tablecloth got wet as a result.

His son and wife found it repulsive. They were secretly tempted to place their parents in separate places.

He was given a place in the corner, by the fire. The main meal is always delivered there in a clay bowl.

There was very little food that could be accommodated in the bowl and the grandfather looked sad whenever he looked at the dining table. Her eyes were teary.

One day his hands were shaking violently. The bowl he was holding bounced on the floor. Crushed to pieces.

His unfriendly daughter-in-law scolded him badly. Now he has to eat with a wooden bowl. Yes, a wooden bowl. What can we do about it.

One day, his four-year-old grandson was playing on the floor with pieces of wood.

The child's father and mother asked him what he was doing. The boy innocently answered….

"I make a food container out of wood, for father and mother when they are old."

Well what you plant is what you get!