Due to length, I posted this in 2 parts .Please read part I before reading this. The reason I am recalling that moment now is my younger son (K2). While in high school the conversations between my husband and him would usually be like this: DH: “When did you last get a haircut?” K2: “last month….” DH:”no…I don’t think so…it can’t’ have grown so long so soon..” K2:”okay…, okay, about two months ago...” DH: “Schools should not allow if hair is longer than…” K2: “Dad, Einstein didn’t get a haircut...” DH: “The day you win a Nobel Prize like Einstein, you can stop cutting your hair...” K2: “Dad why do you keep bothering me on this haircut…?” DH: “I am your father and my role in your and your brother’s life is exclusively to bother you! Actually the original word was ‘Bother’...the British could not pronounce ‘B’ properly; so they made it “Father” After all this enlightening conversation it would take about two weeks before K2 would venture to the barbers; that too only after I’ve lifted the upside down mop two or three times to find his eyes! There were many such conversations, between K2 and us, ranging anywhere between the importance of education to good grooming. Now he is a college freshman and is home for Spring break. Monday evening! I go home from work to the news that his friend (suitemate) (M) and a couple of his friends were to drop in on their way home from another place. Immediately I rustled up some noodles which all ate with gusto and finished off with some cake! All three were extremely nice young people! M was genuinely touched and kept expressing his thanks over and over again! He was so polite and friendly that both my husband and I took a liking to him and were glad that our son was his friend! They took leave and we were having our dinner when K2 told that M was from a very poor family. His mother does not live with him and his dad has no stable job. It seems M’s is a very intelligent and bright kid and he is determined, encouraged by his father, to become an engineer! It seems that night M had no home to go to and was going to stay at his friend’s. I was totally devastated to hear this and my heart went crying for this lovely child; I cried for the unfairness in his tender life-imagine all the pain and hurt this young man must have gone through as a child; my respect for this young man grew ten-fold when I recalled that he never wallowed in self-pity, instead held himself with dignity while he was here. Then through my tears I heard this: K2: “Dad after making friends with M I realized how lucky I am to have you and mom” DH: “…” K2: “I used to think home was imprisoning me with so many advices, but now I know you were really guiding me in the right path” DH: “…” D2: “I am sorry Dad, I used to argue with you; I now realize that you taught me so much. I will never argue with you Dad” This was the moment I realized my second boy also had grown up! Forever! Yesterday when I returned home my husband was asking where K2 was? In few minutes K2 walks down, fresh from the shower after his haircut! Bittersweet indeed!