In a small, quiet village surrounded by green fields and dusty roads, lived a poor boy named Bidyut and his loving father.
They had a tiny mud house with a straw roof. When it rained, water dripped inside. When the sun burned hot, the house felt like fire. But inside that small house, there was something very big — love.
Bidyut's father was a simple farmer. Every morning before sunrise, he went to the fields to work hard. His hands were rough, his clothes were old, but his heart was soft and kind. He worked all day so his son could eat, study, and have a better future.
One day, Raju asked,
"Father, why do you work so hard every day?"
His father smiled and said,
"My son, I am poor in money, but I am rich because I have you. I work hard so you can study and become a good man. That is my dream."
Bidyut felt tears in his eyes. From that day, he studied under the streetlight at night. He helped his father in the fields during the day. He promised himself that he would make his father proud.
Years passed. The poor boy grew up, studied well, and became successful. But he never forgot his father's sacrifices. He built a strong house in the village and made sure his father never had to work again.
One evening, as they sat together watching the sunset, Raju said,
"Father, whatever I am today is because of you."
His father smiled with proud eyes and said,
"No, my son. It is because you understood my love."
❤️ Moral of the Story:Love and sacrifice are greater than wealth. A father's hard work and a son's gratitude can build the richest life of all.
If you want, I can also write this as a short version, long emotional story, or in simple English for kids.