when he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, She sighed,knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy.
"A boy,a big boy....called me a freak"
He grew up,handsome for his misfortune.
A fovourite with his fellow students,he might have been class president, but for that.
He developed a gift,a talent for literature and music.
But you might mingle with other young people,his mother reproved him,but felt a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician.
Could nothing be done?
"I believe i could graft on a pair of outer ears,if they could be procured" the doctor decided.
When upon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.

Two years when by.
Then,"You are going to the hospital,son.
Mother and i have someone who will donate the ears you need.
But it's a secret"said his father.
The operation was a brilliant success,and a new person emerged.
his talents blossomed into genius, and school and college become a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service.
"But i must know!"He urged his father.
"Who gave me so much for me?
i could never do enough for him."
"I do not believe you could,"said the father,"but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."

The years kept their profound secret,but the day did come..one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son.
He stood with his father over his mother's casket.
Slowly,tenderly,his father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick,reddish-brown hair to reveal...that the mother had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut,"he whispered gently, "and nobody ever tought mother less beautiful,did they?"
Real beauty lies not in physical appearance,but in the heart.
Real treasure lies not in what that can be seen,but what that cannot be seen.
Real love lies not in what is done and known,but in what that is done but not known.
Just like a sunbeam brightens the sky,a smile on the face of a passby can make a drab and crowded street a pleasant place where two smiles meet.
The most beatiful things in this world cannot been seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.