If there would be a field of study that all
people, regardless of age and subject of adeptness, would generally indulged
with, there would be no much greater than the all- time favorite of most of us…
love and emotion.
And in the second set of presenters,
different emotions of human’s metaphysical faculty had been elaborated clearly
and love, as a feeling exclusive for mankind, was elucidated and given much emphasis
than ever.
One of this is the ardent love of those we
never appreciate.
A FATHER’S LOVE
No stone heart could have been softened, no tough man could had not been carried away, and no strong personality in the class could have halted their tears from falling on the heartfelt presentation of Paullyne about an inspirational drama.
The movie entitled Miracle on Cell #7 is
all about a father, for his extreme desire to continue to live with her
daughter after being convicted, brought her child behind the bars without due
knowledge of its jail manager.
“Lee Yong-gu is a mentally challenged man
with the intelligence of a 6-year-old, which is actually the age of his own
daughter Ye-sung who is much smarter than her peers. The two of them lead a
happy life while Yong-gu makes a living by working as a parking attendant at a
local supermarket. But one day, when the police commissioner's young daughter
dies in a strange accident, Yong-gu is the one who happens to find her. He is
falsely accused and sentenced to death for abduction, sexual assault, and
murder of a minor. Ye-sung is sent to a childcare institution and Yong-gu gets
imprisoned and assigned to Cell No. 7, the harshest cell in a maximum security
prison.” (www.wikipedia.com)
But when the time comes when he was set
free, he faced the agony of leaving her child since there is no way out for her
but to work hard to prove her innocence.
The unusual story of the depth of the
father’s love reminded me on how I must value every effort exerted by them just
to satisfy our every needs.
The AVP made me confess that throughout all
the years under my father’s custody, I had been an ungrateful son.
We
may not notice how they do all things for our good, when the time comes they
are already gone, we could eventually see their worth.
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