One of my brothers says that in my childhood, the mango season was the best. My father would bring a quantity of mangoes home, and we would gather around him, eager to taste their sweet taste. Mangoes were our favorite fruit, and my father would give us the pulp while he ate the peels.

I used to watch this strange behavior without understanding the reason. One day I asked him: "Why do you eat mango peels, Dad?"

He smiled and said: "I eat them so you don't eat them."

I didn't understand what he meant at the time, and I thought it was just a habit he acquired from the days of poverty he lived. Days passed, and I forgot about the mango peels as I forgot many memories.

Until one day, a friend gave me a quantity of mangoes. I was happy with them on my way home, excited to taste them.

I started cutting the mangoes, and my three sons asked for their share of them. I gave them the biggest and best pieces, and I found myself in front of an empty plate except for some peels.

I started eating the peels until I suddenly stopped. I remembered my father's words, may God have mercy on him. Only now do I realize what he meant. His happiness was not in eating the mango peels, but in seeing us eat the best part of it.

**The moral of the story:**

I realized then that parents give us the best they have, even if it requires them to sacrifice. They do so with love without expecting anything in return, and they find their true happiness in seeing us live in comfort and happiness.

*So, children, appreciate the efforts of your fathers and mothers, and remember that they have given you a lot that you did not see or realize the value of.*

O God, dress all living fathers and mothers with the garment of health and wellness, and forgive those who have passed away. And make us among those who are dutiful to them in their lives and after their death.

*If you finish reading, pray for the Prophet and his family.*

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