Breaking The Jar

The boy was playing in the kitchen and was seated at the kitchen table. He was caught up in his imagination that he was actually holding on his toy airplane and swaying here and there. He was thinking that he was actually piloting the jet plane.

Oblivious of his surroundings, he flew from one side to the other. You could see his body movement swaying along the path of the flight. Suddenly in an instance sway his elbow knocked against something on the kitchen table and he heard a crackling sound of the floor.

When he saw the broken jar on the floor and the crackling sound startled him, the boy cried. In a second, mother came in swiftly to check out what has happened and hope that her son has not injured himself. On seeing the mother, the boy in his crying posture was anticipating to see the frantic face of his mother turning as black as soot. Deep in his heart he remembered mother saying that it was a gift from a friend.

Mother quickly squatted down and asked if her boy was injured or not. The boy sadly nodded his head. The mother's face also changed from being frantic to delight as she examined the wreck of the jar. She found the bunch of keys which she was hunting high and low and could not recall where she actually hid it.

In breaking the jar, mother found the keys.
In brokenness did mother and child found life.

:)