“When my son was born everyone said he looked a lot like me. I could see this resemblance grow as days passed. I could see that his hands and feet were shaped like mine. Also his eyes and chin. My mother also tells me that my son smiled and cried the same way I used to. Some relatives even say that he is going to grow up to be just like me. I would be happy if he grows up to look like me but I don’t want him to be a rickshaw driver.”
What are your dreams for you son?
“That he become a good person and know the value of family and money. And also, not forget how his father had to struggle everyday away from home to put him in school.”
– Deepak Roka, Khalte 5, Dhading. Met him in Basantapur.