Mom told me that her parents got married when they had just graduated from college. At that young age, it was thought that just one or two years after the wedding, the small family would be filled with the laughter of children. But time passed quietly, and Mom still had no good news. Back then, whenever someone told him about something good for pregnancy and childbirth, Dad would try his best to find it and bring it back to Mom. That perseverance and great love were finally rewarded. The day he learned that Mom was pregnant, Dad was even more emotional than Mom. And from then on, Dad almost never let Mom do anything in the house. From cooking to laundry, Dad took care of everything himself. Dad took on all the hardships for her, just hoping that Mom and the child would be safe.
The day you were born, Dad cried - but they were tears of happiness. The tiny, red baby lay on Mom's chest, and Dad smiled brightly, cherishing you like a miracle. Dad's smile that day, I believe, was one of the most beautiful smiles in the world. Because Mom had a C-section and didn't have time to produce milk, Dad was the first person to hold you and feed you your first drops of milk. The day you were discharged from the hospital, it was not Mom or Grandma, but Dad who was the first person to bathe you. The image of Dad, tall, somewhat clumsy but patient and gentle, taking care of every little thing, is still saved in Mom's phone. Occasionally, Mom opens it for me to see. Those moments, I will probably never forget in this life.
Every day that passed, I grew up in the love of my mother, grandmother and father. If my mother and grandmother always meticulously took care of my every meal, sleep, taught me discipline and manners... then my father was the one who explored the colorful world with me. My father took me to fly kites, explained why kites can fly, why birds nest on high branches and how to run fast without falling. Thanks to those simple lessons, in the first running competition at school, I won third place. Every step I took that day echoed my father's words: "Don't be afraid, just keep moving forward and run with all your heart". Not only did my father teach me how to walk steadily, he also silently prepared me with a solid foundation to step into life - with love and simple but extremely precious things.
People often praise the dishes of my mother and grandmother. But for me, the dishes my father cooked had a special, irreplaceable flavor. There was a time when, even though he worked far from home and rarely had the chance to come home, as long as he knew what I liked, my father always made it for me whenever he could. Because I was used to the taste of those dishes, or the banana cakes, sweet potato cakes, and pancakes... made by my father, I was no longer interested in the gifts from the shops. I just looked forward to the day my father came home, to be with him again, to smell the aroma and enjoy delicious dishes in the warm laughter of the family.
There is one thing that I often say to my dad on the phone, but it seems like no matter how much I say it, it is never enough: I love you so much! I always wish you and our family - to be healthy and safe forever. Being your son is my pride, my luck and the greatest happiness in my life!
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/19/172636/hanh-phuc-khi-la-con-cua-bo
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