Waking up early in the morning, I went to the garden to water some green vegetable beds, I breathed fresh air, opened my phone and read a few articles about the scent of coffee and Vietnamese tea.
Read it, read it again. Stop reading and then listen. The sharp voice in the ear, echoing from far away the scent of tea in the sea and sky of the Fatherland, heard in the echo of Trinh Cong Son's voice in the coffee shop of Hue, came the whispered reminder that coffee is not for sipping. Coffee is like a kiss in the morning when you visit a familiar shop and find a kiss in the scent of coffee...
Listening to this, my heart is in a daze. I drank it early in the morning, now I'm sitting in the middle of the garden and writing on my phone: What's left of coffee... to remember and love.
When my daughter comes home, please let me sell coffee for rent, from the afternoon of the 30th to the 5th day of Tet. When Tet is over, I'll go back to study and listen to dad. Hearing that makes my heart ache. The teacher and teacher's family had a beloved daughter, but they couldn't handle it. They let her sell coffee for the entire 5 days of Tet. I kept begging, but my mother said: "Let me experience it myself." Experience to know the value of money, know how to take care of things before entering life...". Listening to his wife, he nodded slightly in agreement.
On the morning of the first day, as usual, I returned to my hometown to visit my grandparents' graves, feeling unhappy and feeling like I was at fault. Everyone asks where the baby is. Tell me to go sell coffee. The children went to sell coffee, the parents went out for a spring break, so choked up they didn't dare to speak.
On the morning of the second day, the whole family went to drink coffee. Drink now at the girl's rented shop. I run the table, my parents are guests.
The bowl of vermicelli was unfinished. I brought it out to eat with my parents. The camera turned and the owner called and scolded him not to sit and eat at the customer's table. Dear daughter, this is your parents' table.
Selling, can't eat in time. The noodles were loose and loose. As soon as they slurped them, the guests cried and quickly ran to carry them and wipe the table, their legs moving quickly.
What's left of the coffee... to remember and love.
(Entries for the contest "Impressions of Vietnamese coffee - tea" under the program "Honoring Vietnamese coffee - tea" for the second time, 2 by Newspaper Workers nestç).
Graphics: CHI PHAN
