In plain words
When a telegram was sent to Puttaparthi that the boy had died, Gṛham Abbāyi came from Puttaparthi to Bukkapatnam and from there reached Kamalapuram. By the time he came, everyone in the house was grieving that the son was gone. I too had to act as though I was grieving, didn't I! Because for Me there is no such thing as grief. Gṛham Abbāyi called Me and asked, ‘What, you have a bandage on your arm?’ ‘It's nothing, father! Only a pain came in the joint. That is why I bound it,’ I said. In the house next door there lived a Komati woman who sold dosas. She called Gṛham Abbāyi: ‘Well, Venkama Raju! What do you lack? You have all you need, don't you! There is no want of food and clothing, is there! Why are you putting that boy through such hardship? In this village, if you want drinking water, you must go a long way. There is a channel there. From there this boy has to carry water on a pole across his shoulders. He is having a very hard time,’ and she told him this and that. Gṛham Abbāyi called Me aside: ‘My son! Get ready to leave. Come with me,’ he said. Everyone in the house had nothing but love for Me! Every single one of them loved Me! He: ‘From the day you were born I have never struck you even once. And here they are putting you through so much suffering,’ he lamented. I, though: ‘Tut, tut. That is a plain lie. No one is making Me suffer,’ I said, smoothing it over. But he insisted, ‘Let us go away.’ Then I said, ‘I cannot come. It is not right for Me to come at a time when trouble has come. If I go away at this time, there will be no one at all to do the work in the house. It is not Dharma for you to take Me away now. You go first. I will come later.’ Beyond that, I did not tell him that My arm had swollen precisely because Seshama Raju had beaten Me. In this way, respecting elders and guarding the family's good name was My habit from My very childhood. Hearing My answer, he too shed tears that day. ‘My son! Little ones do not usually speak such words of counsel to their elders. What a great virtue is yours, boy! You are teaching me good words, are you?