The drizzle slowly let loose cold air covering every corner, the grass and trees shivered and shrank in the last cold days of winter.
The days and months gradually close with worries, hustle and bustle on the remaining pages of the old calendar. Tet is about to tiptoe, time is rolling by so fast that people's hearts are filled with nostalgia, love, longing, and anticipation for the familiar footsteps of children far from home.
On the fertile land of the Bo River, there are heads waiting for news of their children in foreign lands. The moss-covered walls of their houses are crumbling. The towering rows of Chinese palm trees are waiting for someone to come back and prune them to welcome spring. The gardens lack strong hands to carry buckets of fertilizer to the pomelo trees so that the next season will bear sweet and delicious fruits...
Dear, the spring scent will be strong, why haven't you decided to come back yet?
The house next door has a child far away from home who is announcing his return amid cheerful laughter. The other house has a young couple who are busy making a living abroad and are also preparing to return home for Tet… But our family has been waiting for a long time and still hasn’t received any news from him. Zalo and Facebook are filled with messages urging and reminding each other to return.
These past few days, Dad has been sipping more wine than before. His pensive posture at the table in the corner of the cupboard and the sound of wine being poured into the glass, the sips and sighs sound extremely heartbreaking. Perhaps Dad is missing his eldest son who has been missing for a whole year. That son who once made Dad so proud, so proud, and also that son who made Dad so heartbroken after a regrettable fall in life is now still wandering in a foreign land.
Men are very good at hiding their longing and pain deep in their hearts, while women gently express their feelings with tears. Mother's eyes have reddened many times every time she mentioned him... This Tet, she was busy pickling pickled onions for him and salting a barrel of pickled cabbage for him - the favorite dish of her beloved son.
Looking at my mother's hair, which has turned gray with time, next to the basket of pickled onions and the basin of cabbage, my heart aches. How much time is left to hesitate? Time does not wait for anyone, so why miss an appointment?
Come home, come home to the love of your family! Dad's cough needs your gentle caressing hand, Mom's trembling hands need your strong hand to hold tightly, to caress lovingly. The corner of the yard, the garden, the porch, the tiled roof are in need of a loving figure to paint and repair...
Come home, let's celebrate Tet together! Come home so that the family reunion meal can be filled with everyone. Even if it's just pickles, fish sauce, and salt, the rice is still delicious, and Tet still has the warmth of family love. Serve each other a bowl of rice, ask each other endlessly about the difficult days, then your heart will be filled with tears, realizing how precious the moment of reunion is!
Come back, my dear, to breathe in the spring air of your familiar and warm homeland. There is no place more comfortable than home, no place more beloved than your hometown. The village gate will be full of flowers, the village roads and alleys will be swept neatly, waiting for the footsteps of the children far from home to return.
Come home, come home so you can buy your baby a new shirt and floral shoes. Your daughter is very cute and adorable. Looking at her pictures on Facebook and talking to each other through the phone screen can never fully express your love.
Come home and hold your child in your arms, kiss their hair, caress their cheeks and listen to their loving whispers, you will see how life is worth living and so lovely! Gently release the waves of sadness that have been rolling in your heart for so long into the world of your child's soul, to let love soothe the wounds and scratches that are always smoldering and waiting to sting...
Home is a place to return to, not a place to store memories and love. Home is a place to return to after months of tiring wandering to recharge and regenerate energy, not a place to make appointments and then... break them. Wear less clothes, spend less money to make the most of the last days of the year to arrange to return.
After a long journey, let's go home! The distance between Ho Chi Minh City and Hue is not too far, too far to hesitate and hesitate? Pack your backpack, go to the bus station, hop on the bus and go back to love...
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