Immigration

Late spring and early summer afternoons, the sky was clear and warm, from the air came the hurried flapping of wings, the urgent calls of the northern swallows heading south to avoid the cold. Looking up at the sky, my grandmother smacked her lips, especially the rush of migratory bird seasons. She felt so sad about the separations to find new lands. Hang did not understand everything her grandmother said, but looking at the old woman's distant eyes, for no reason, she suddenly felt sad...

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The weather was getting warmer, the chaotic sounds from the air seemed to be more frequent, especially in the sunny afternoons. It seemed that from the star fruit tree next to the house, a few chirping and chirping sounds were becoming clearer. Opening her eyes slightly, Hang saw a pair of "strange birds" jumping around, their mouths calling non-stop. Occasionally, the bird with the red crest mixed with green feathers would coo excitedly, its feet and beak constantly scratching, picking up grass and dry leaves. Hang guessed that this must be a male bird building a nest. Hang did not dare to walk too hard, afraid that the pair of birds would be startled, so she whispered to her grandmother, "Grandma, come here, I'll show you something interesting." Grandma's eyes were shining brightly, completely different from the distant look before, our house had become a stop in the thousand-mile journey of the little birds, Hang. So happy, grandma's voice seemed a little lost.

At 30 years old, Hang is currently on a break. Actually, she is unemployed. Since graduating, Hang has been working non-stop, moving through many different job positions. There are times when she feels like a moving car, with an accelerator but no brakes, only knowing how to move forward. To the point that sometimes Hang forgets whether she really finds joy and happiness in her work or not? At this rate, is it possible that a young girl's life only revolves around her home and her office? And the world is confined to a computer. Thinking so, Hang resolutely asked to quit. After listening to her granddaughter's story, her grandmother calmly said, then you should start with a migration, like those birds. To know which land you are suitable for. To know which place is truly a home. Hang reasoned, but her grandmother did not say, the most urgent are the migration seasons, how pitiful, the separations to find new lands, right? But aren't you also extremely excited, surprised and happy to see that pair of birds building a nest? I think that the destination is sometimes not more important than the journey. You leave behind old, boring things to find a new path, even though it is bumpy, but not everyone dares to leave behind and face it. Migration, you can find a new safe land but sometimes you fail, you have to pay with your life. But still, "singing, even if it hurts just once" for the youth, is also worth it, right?

As she spoke, Grandma turned to look at Hang, her eyes filled with joy and determination. From Grandma, in her heart, in Hang's eyes, small flames seemed to be dancing.

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Source: https://baonamdinh.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202504/di-tru-3643607/