Broken Glasses

At school I saw a little boy sitting aside watching his friends play football. Every now and then a half-smile lightened his face followed by a dark air of sadness -
and a little envy perhaps.
"Why aren't you playing?" I asked, and his answer was "The last time I played I broke my glasses so Mom got angry and told me not to play again..."
Dear Mom,
Broken glasses can be repaired or replaced. Deformed personalities cannot. He might be obedient now but later he might not. He might love you now but later - he might not. And guess what?! The biggest loss will be yours. I am sorry for being so harsh but -My God!- you should have seen his face.