This story made my inner child happy, for it was the very same story I obsessed about when I was younger and asked my mother to narrate for me almost every night until I discovered that she could read novels in the dim light of a kerosene lamp for me.

I think that as much as the book depicts selfless sacrifice it also foreshadows the importance of gratitude of blessings we are unaware of, and how people aren't always deserving of such sacrifices