[dropcap]A[/dropcap] little boy and his mother were crossing a river.
MOTHER: Son, please hold my hand
BOY: No mom, you hold my hand
Mother: What is the difference
Boy: if I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I might let go of your hand but if you hold mine I know for sure you will never let go of mine.
Imnatula Jamir
