I attentively gazed at her she looked high and dry with a little misty in her eyes, she was this time looking defenseless with an impenetrable disguised smile on her face I was out there for her in the bedroom. She has been sleeping with me ever since she fell sick claiming that she wanted dad not to be fazed with anything and have him sleep in peace. Me: Mom we need to take you to the hospital. Mom: I feel fine baby stop worrying about me. Me: Mom you are worse than yesterday. She Chuckled jokingly with a questionable adage saying “who drinks 10 liters of Diesel oil and not get sick?’’ with a slight trembling movement in me, I glanced at her with a low-cut smile then answered, its obviously a large engine motor vehicle not you. She firmly smile back and asked; what would you choose to be, of so many riches with so many problems or have little riches with little problems? I undoubtedly answered I would choose so many problems with so much wisdom. Mom: I don’t think you got my question right, my question concerns problems and riches? Me: Look around you, abundance is everywhere, but where is wisdom?