"Amruta... Put that phone down" Amruta looked at her mother somewhat bored. She is studying in seventh standard. Although she is a good reader, her attention span has waned since she got this mobile phone. "Just now I took it: "You came from school. Didn’t change your uniform to a regular dress. You have not washed your face. What is the habit of taking the phone and sitting like this as soon as you arrive from school?”

After 15 minutes again mother's voice was heard sternly. "You have been looking at that phone for a long time. We bought you that phone for the online class. But now you spend time on it whenever you see it. It will affect your studies?”

"No matter what I do, you keep saying something ". The mother looked at her daughter helplessly who got up angrily and went inside.

The next day was Sunday. Dad looked at Amrutha who was still sitting there, "Sweetheart, let's plant a sapling together. A tree at the door will provide shade. When the tree grows, I will give you a swing. Come and help me.”

When her father called her, she changed her mind a bit and excitedly said, "I will come, father."

First, he found a suitable place for planting a tree, cleaned it and started digging a hole with a spade.

Then he asked Amruta to bring water and pour a little in the pit.

"What plant is this?" asked Amruta.

“It's not a plant, darling. It can be called a sapling. It is a flowering tree. The flower blooms in golden yellow color. A tree that gives good shade and wind” explained Dad.

“Oh, really dad?” She exclaimed.

"Now the tree has been planted. Next is the important work” She looked at her father puzzled.

"What important work?"

"We need to build a fence for the sapling to grow safely without harm."

“Why the fence? Wait, all these plants grow without fences.”

“Dear they are all wild plants. Useless. But the plant we grow needs protection. A fence will protect it so that it thrives without anyone else damaging it. To the onlookers, it looks like something is being kept in a cage. But these restrictions are very necessary for this little plant,” said the father.

Then he slowly said, “You are like this little plant. Mom and I have been telling you many things so that you will grow up well in the future and shine in life. Even if it all seems boring to you now, at this age the restrictions are the fence for you. It will protect you. Do you understand dear?” Amrutha looked at her father with a look of understanding.

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