I have heard from someone that it is better to have a child at the age of thirty-seven. I have two beautiful sons and a daughter, but they are a lot of trouble, and when my wife wanted a name for another child, for some reason, the above words became an excuse, so I had another beautiful white son.
I am a person who follows the path of work and life, and with my family and children, I am a person who lives in the human land like everyone else. In man’s land or in no man’s land, my son was born in this place and this country. In fact, this country is one of the leading powers in the world and has a very high standard of living, so we are satisfied with our son.
But in the heart of the heart, he pressed something. I named my son KHANGAI because of the Mongolian blood flowing through my son’s body with blue spots. My son is growing day by day, he has a beautiful smell in the house, he brings sound, he makes his parents and siblings happy. I will remind my brother and sister of the almost forgotten childhood memories, and in general I will leave satisfied and full of heart.
Being with my wife when she gave birth and seeing the moment when the two bones of the mother and child were separated, I feel again the sacred bond between the disenfranchised family and the children, I love them and I understand who I am in this family. Well, further on, you will realize the meaning of living together with your spouse and the impossibility of not loving it.
In fact, this child has given me a lot. Along with taking a lot from my son, I started thinking about my parents more than ever. Recently, I asked my wife, “What would this son of mine be like if he were in his country?” Then he said, “If we were in our country, this child would have given birth to another child.”
O. Dashbalbar’s thinking.
In the colorful world, you were not born for your own good. Day by day, see the sun and see the sky. Be happy for your parents who loved you. In fact, I might as well not be human. Thinking about it, there is no way not to be happy for your parents, not to love and respect them. The case of a great man
A citizen does not judge… Choynom wrote a poem. Parents are very important to us. No matter what kind of people our parents are, we don’t have to complain about it. On the contrary, we love and respect them as our country in our hearts and even worship them.
He sings, “My golden cradle of the jewels bestowed by the parents.” I, too, sing this song, but my son who was born in America!!! This is where the emotional pressure of the past I mentioned is still there. Actually, I did not lead my son astray from his country.
