Author Herbert Tarr tells the story of a boy...
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Author Herbert Tarr tells the story of a boy by the name of David whose parents died when he was very young. As an orphan he was taken in by a childless couple. They always made David call them aunt and uncle because they didn't want him to forget his own parents. The time came when he was to leave them as he was going away to school.
Tarr describes the farewell.
"David grabbed their rough peddlers' hands in his smooth student ones. 'How can I ever begin to repay you two for what you've done for me!' Uncle Asher spoke gently: 'David, there's a saying: The love of parents goes to their children, but the love of parents goes to their children.'
" 'That's not so!' David protested. 'I'll always be trying to --' Tante Dvorah interrupted. 'David, what your Uncle Asher means is that a parent's love isn't to be paid back; it can only be passed on.' "
Tarr describes the farewell.
"David grabbed their rough peddlers' hands in his smooth student ones. 'How can I ever begin to repay you two for what you've done for me!' Uncle Asher spoke gently: 'David, there's a saying: The love of parents goes to their children, but the love of parents goes to their children.'
" 'That's not so!' David protested. 'I'll always be trying to --' Tante Dvorah interrupted. 'David, what your Uncle Asher means is that a parent's love isn't to be paid back; it can only be passed on.' "
