School of life
I don't remember exactly why but it was some sort of school holiday, and the regular school was off. So the boy accompanied his farmer father to the fields where the musturd plants needed his father's attention. In his eyes his father was a super hero, best of all the fathers in the world, who could do wonders with the plants. In his heart he dreamt to be one like him when he would grew up. So he followed his father though the fields, watched in rapt attention his every move, ever ready to help in any way possible . So in the time of harvesting he could say that they had grown the musturds together. And in the mean time they were having a great time together.
May be they are not rich or affluent in worldly wealth but some how I feel both of them are very very lucky and rich in many many ways !
Taken at Dhamrai, Dhaka, Bangladesh.