Father's day, rushed rain. Father went in a hurry, surprise as when the translation comes. The sound of drums, trumpets, dryness, fell through the long lane, ran down the hillside. That place, father lying peacefully with her child, the family. It was decided to leave his hometown, choose the South as the promised land to earn a job
. Work and study at the same time. In the first years, it would like to go to a shipyard in Vung Tau. Stable jobs
Long time, go to the sea fifteen days, to fifteen days in the shore. Money collected, it sent the mother. Bao Mother to fix the roof, Cham for the two children to study. Every two years it's on the countryside once, the year of Tet with Mother and Year of Tet with Brothers Workshop workers. Rain wind, Southern sun makes a central guy on a solid and sturdy cable. Take a picture, I received it, half a happy, half-worry. Greeting because the big son is now grown up. But also worried for its future, alone with a barrier where the land of the countryside. Eighteen years old had to leave his mother, not once dared to dream of entering the university lecture, although before, it was a very good study. It decided to Saigon, just looking for jobs , I just reviewed university exams, earned a job of Dang Mai a room, Hoa Phong City welcomed it
Work is also quick to earn. A month, the money, the motel is submitted, it also has a little extra, sent to the mother. The college door is open, until the day of the translation comes as a flood. Today it decides to return. Like many other rural people. Once exhausted, the strength and their exhaustion, he wanted to return to his homeland. Hardware, poverty, hard, difficult, certainly bracelets mother and homeland will never let go. Never, he saw the way back to his hometown far away. The Honda car runs with buzzing, pô is hot, just waiting for a piece of water entering enough to "sink" to fly up to the smoke. Laptops bring nothing but some clothes. It fellow countryman, carrying another ten years old. She was sleepy, collapsing the chicken hitting the back. Several times, it must turn around behind, shake the small child. I'm gone, alert, about to go home. Sleeping on the road Now now.The time to break on the road, he and his inamples and some more people gone to the cool breads, people gave along the road. Water is also given. At these moments, it feels her fellow warm. Without them, surely the road will still have concerns and space. Today a brother in the company has a phone asking it to keep it back. He is still trying, waiting for a reasonable preferential policy regime. Will try to be expensive when it cannot stand it anymore. It only knew sadness to keep himself health, not to let him get infected. Then there will be someone who stays here, the road of Hai Van Pass opened, hun sucked in front of her eyes. Only this place, then it will reach Thua Thien-Hue territory. Leaving behind the stroke noisy, it will go back to his father and mother ... Da Nang, October 2021 pen: Thuy . Dịch vụ:
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