...Certainly, there is a tragedy in our relationship with our children. Our children have not had their parents' embrace and comfort. They are restless, uncontrollable, unguided, unenlightened. They breathe not the air of innocence, as they should, but the polluted air of wickedness and filth. They do not see peaceful faces with calm and kind eyes, but rather angry or neglectful parents who do not look at their children.
How many tears of repentance are enough for the crimes we commit against our children as their parents...
Can we sleep peacefully when we have tragically realized that our children do not dream, do not pray, do not cry, do not love, do not believe in anything real? Do they not love us after all?