I was an abandoned baby in a garbage dump on a strip of land next to the village market when I was still a newborn, the umbilical cord had not yet been cut. One day while collecting scrap metal, my father found me with ants biting me all over my body, some places had already opened up and were bleeding. My father quickly chased away the ants and carried me to the commune health station to disinfect and treat my wounds. In that situation, I - an abandoned child - was reborn, so my will to live became stronger, and in just a few days the wounds had dried up. My father took me home and I became his daughter from then on.
Dad lived alone, had no relatives, and in this Chanh village, no one wanted to be close to him except for the neighbor Uncle Dinh, because according to him, Dad was rough, quiet but very emotional, and was willing to share with those in need, even the last can of rice in the house. That's why the villagers said Dad was crazy, a madman who, when he couldn't even take care of himself, "carried" a newborn baby.
Ignoring all the gossip, my father cooked rice porridge, poured water for me to drink and lulled me to sleep. After that, my father went to the market to ask people for old clothes and milk for me to drink. Although he did not like my father, he felt sorry for me - a hungry child, so some people donated clothes, old diapers, milk and stuffed them into my father's hands and urged: "Hurry up and go home soon before he cries". Being rough and quiet, not knowing how to express feelings, my father just nodded slightly to thank me and then walked home.
In the small, shabby house, my father took care of and raised his daughter by himself. Thanks to his perseverance in collecting scrap metal, the meals of the two of us were frugal. When someone gave me a piece of meat or fish, our meals were delicious. As if understanding my father's hardships, I grew up with few illnesses, studied well, and knew how to do housework. When I was in 6th grade, I begged my father until my throat was hoarse before he agreed to let me go to school one day and go to the market to help sell goods to earn extra money for living. Because at this time, my father's health was not like before. He went to work during the day and came home at night with body aches, so he could hardly sleep. I wanted my father to rest and regain his strength. After much persuasion, he finally nodded.
Life went on like that, the old and the young depended on each other, it seemed that saving and saving would get by. However, disaster struck when I was in 11th grade. One evening, after helping sell goods, I was blocked and humiliated by a group of young men from the neighboring neighborhood. That night, waiting for his daughter to return home, my father turned on the light to look for me and discovered my limp, weak body in the bushes by the roadside, only a hundred meters from home. My father understood everything and helped me up. The tears that fell from my father's eyes made me even more heartbroken, because it was the first time I saw him cry...
My father encouraged me, “It’s okay, I’m here,” and I burst into tears. But then, because I couldn’t stand the harsh words of life, I selfishly left my father behind while I ran away to the South. In a foreign land, with no money or job, I started by washing dishes for hire. Seeing that I was gentle, hard-working, and always helped cook in the kitchen in my free time, my boss took pity on me and taught me the trade. Heaven does not disappoint those who work hard. After 3 years working in the kitchen, I learned the trade and had enough money to rent a space to open a breakfast shop.
Although the shop was small, I cooked with all my heart, it was clean, and I only took my work as profit, so the number of customers increased every day. Above all, I worked hard to have the conditions to welcome my father to live with me. And as fate would have it, that dream had not yet come true, but one evening after closing the shop, I picked up a plastic basket placed outside the door, inside was a baby about a few days old sleeping with a note saying "Please take care of me". Without thinking, I quickly hugged the baby. Looking at the baby, I felt like I saw myself in the past, except that it was abandoned.
From then on, I adopted the girl. Thanks to my hard work and thrift, after a few years, life became better, and I wanted to take my father in so that I could enjoy my old age. However, my father did not agree because "I could not leave the house that he had saved up for so many years and that was the place where our ancestors burned incense". My father did not blame me, because he thought that my leaving back then "was the only choice at that time to escape the mental pressure when I had not yet matured".
Now, my father is sick and I understand that his only wish is for his children and grandchildren to gather together, more than the material things and expenses that I often send back to support him.
Sitting on the bus, my heart was burning, time had never passed so slowly as now. The 5-year-old daughter in her mother's arms happily watched the scenery along the way through the car window, smiling: "Mom, grandpa must miss us a lot". I smiled and replied to my daughter: "Mom knows grandpa always misses us. This time, mom has found the right answer for her life, avoiding is not a good solution, but facing it to live well, to be by her side and repay the kindness of raising her - the one who reborn her life, is the way of being a child".
… And my only wish now is “Dad, wait for me to come home… Dad!”.
Hello love, season 4, theme "Father" officially launched from December 27, 2024 on four types of press and digital infrastructure of Radio - Television and Binh Phuoc Newspaper (BPTV), promising to bring to the public the wonderful values of sacred and noble fatherly love. |
Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/171159/cho-con-ve-bo-nhe
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