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The most valuable lessons in life can be the simplest ones from our parents

I was on my way to my dormitory on España, Manila when I chanced upon a mother teaching her daughterhow to read the time on the kid’s wristwatch.

“Anak, what time is it?” asked the mother.

“It’s three, uhm, one, two, three, four, five, six! It’s 3:06 already,” replied the child.

“You read the short hand of the clock correctly. But with the long hand, you have to count by fives. Here, let meshow you,” said the mother as she pointed and counted by five until she reached thirty.

“Ahhh. So that’s how we measure time.”

The mother then took her daughter’s watch and adjusted the time. “Here you go, what time is it?”

“Ahmm, it’s six, ahm, five, ten fifteen, twenty, twenty five, thirty, thirty five, forty, forty five! It’s six forty five,” the child answered with delight.

“Very good, ‘nak,” as she gently patted her daughter’s head.