“Look at this rock, my son, and learn,” my mother announced in a grave tone, pointing towards the giant head carved out of stone.
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I looked at the head with interest. It looked old, actually, not just old, but ancient. The face was full of pathos, as if the man had seen a bit too much of this world, and now just wanted to shut himself off from it, imprisoning himself under this mountain so that he could escape the world. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I suddenly felt a stinging pain on the back of my head, and realized that my mother had just slapped me. “If you do not eat your fruits and vegetables as I tell you to,” she said severely, “I’ll turn you too into stone, just like I did your father here.”