Who is more morale?

            

                   Imagine you are sitting in a children's park and gazing at those kids playing there.There's this kid who brought a ball and looking for a friend to play.  A second kid joins him and they started playing happily. 

                After playing for a long time, there comes the second kid's mom to take him back to home. And now's this situation, the second kid just took the ball and he wants to leave. The second kid's mother is not aware of the play things of her kid and she too thought that it belongs to her kid. The first kid claims that it is his ball and there starts the commotion. 

                The second kid's mom doesn't want to leave the ball though she isn't sure if that really belongs to her kid. So she dint involve herself and the second kid leaves the park with the ball as if he is smart enough. The kid who lost his ball started crying. Seeing all this the first kid's step mom who is the result of his father's illegal affair  advises the kid, "It's okay..Let it go! And as you know how it hurts, you shouldn't do such a thing to someone else..." the kid nodded and they left the park happily.

Now (comment), who is more morale of the two ladies here? 

Sunday

I'm 23 now living far away from my hometown. This is Sunday and I'm just lying on my bed with these thoughts up on my head... 'How life has changed me all through these years!'

My childhood sundays were like this, I would wake up listening to the songs that my Dad used to play on sunday mornings(usually they were always a few set of same songs replayed everyweek). Then there will be a coffee after which I bath, finish my sunday special breakfast and dress up for the Church. I was in church choir right from my 4th grade. Choir memories were a huge part of my childhood. I was not in the best choir of the town, yet I loved singing there. And after church there will be sunday class where the entire bunch of kids in church will be taught some good stuffs. I had my first crush there...I still remember the way I used to look at her hair falling when she kneels down to pray. There will be yearly sunday class festival portraying short plays, singing and dancing. For every sunday class program I was forced to dance but I never learned to dance(for which I regret now). Then we'll be having our choir practise for the next sunday. There was one particular boy in choir with whom I had fights literally every sunday but we managed to be best friends till this date. Then I'll be late to home for lunch and I'll show off like I'm in a tight schedule on Sundays. 

Well, But now sundays are different! I dont go to church, I wake up late! I skip my breakfast and cling tight to my bed until I get bored of sleeping. Now I dont have such a lovely tight scheduled Sunday.

Life changed!