<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Family Values on Pitara Kids Network</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/tags/family-values/</link><description>Recent content in Family Values on Pitara Kids Network</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 21:46:31 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.pitara.com/tags/family-values/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Prasad</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-prasad/</link><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2001 07:23:24 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-prasad/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In a small village in South India lived a poor farmer. He had two children, Uma, an eight-year-old girl, and Gopal, a baby boy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When his wife died, his daughter Uma took over the responsibility of looking after her brother. A few years later the farmer also died, and the two children became orphans.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Uma was very mature for her age. She knew that she would have to be both father and mother to Gopal. She also had to make ends meet. She had to plough the field, manure and water the land, sow seeds and ultimately harvest the crop. The neighbours, who admired her courage, helped her, and she had a good harvest and was able to support her brother and herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Weepy Wempati!....</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-weepy-wempati/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2001 15:10:51 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/the-weepy-wempati/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there lived a little Wempati. She was a very sweet little thing who loved her mummy, papa, sister, baby brother, pet dog and favourite doll very much. She was a very happy Wempati.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Wempati was four years old, Papa Wempati and Mama Wempati had a serious talk.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;ldquo;It’s time that little Wempati went to school&amp;rdquo; they said. That sounded like fun to little Wempati.&lt;/p&gt;



	
	
	

	
		
		
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&lt;p&gt;Her sister went to school and always went with yummy things packed in her lunch box and came back with delicious paint stains on her hands and clothes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Small Business</title><link>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/small-business/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2001 20:42:14 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.pitara.com/fiction-for-kids/stories-for-kids/small-business/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Shobhan ran to his father who was just leaving for work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Papa! Papa!’ he called, ‘Jeetu Chacha is my best friend next to you.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘He is! That is fine. What has he done?’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘He just phoned to say he and I are going to Delhi for one week.’&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Well, are you telling me or asking me?’ Said Papa laughing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Both. You are my best friend;’ said Shobhan looking up into his father’s laughing face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;‘Of course. You can go if its alright by your mother.’ Papa walked out of the little gate to board his bus. It wasn’t long before Jeetu Chacha drove his scooter into the garden path. Together they set off for Delhi.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>