A fisherman and his had
a song after many years of marriage.
The boy was the pride and joy of
his parents. Then, one day, he turned
seriously ill. A fortune was spent
on doctors and medicines. But the boy died.
His mother was utterly grief-stricken.
There wasn’t a tear in his father’s
When his wife reproached him
for his total lack of sorrow,
the fisherman said,
“Let me tell you why I do not weep.
Last night I dreamed I was a king
and the proud father of eight sons.
How happy I was! Then I woke up.
Now I am greatly puzzled: Should
I weep for those boys or for