February 27. “Button, these days whenever I feel low, I count my blessings one by one.”

“I don’t get it. What does that mean?”

“It means that when you are cribbing about what you haven’t got out of life, count every blessing that you’ve been bestowed with. Only then will you realize that those blessings far outnumber what you have not received.”

“Who said this?”

“Dost tells me that his father used to remind him about this often. I’ll give you an instance.”

“I am all ears.”

“There was a man who was sulking about not being able to buy a pair of shoes he fancied. As he was walking by with a hangdog expression on his face—feeling extremely unhappy and pity for himself—he spotted a beggar who had no feet. He stopped in his tracks and instantly realized what a despicable person he was. Remember the time when you would crib about your room being in darkness because there was work going on outside and the windows were boarded up? We have a roof above our heads. Think about all those who are homeless.”

“So be happy because what you have far out number all that you don’t possess.”

“In my list of possessions, I have just one thing.”

“Only one thing? And nothing more? What is that one thing you have, Button?”

“This family I am part of and the love I get from every member.”

“That’s so sweet of you to say…”