My father was a simple farmer, working hard all year round. He never complained, never once did I see him shed a tear. He seemed to hold back all the hardships and difficulties to complete everything. He always cared for and loved the women in the family in a very special way - through "handwritten letters" that sometimes made me jealous.
The love my father has for my mother seems to be ageless, because whenever he is with me, my mother is always comforted. 25 years ago, the day my father left his three young children with my mother in the hometown, deciding to go to the South with the hope of earning more income, was also the day when the four of us depended on each other under the tiled roof, but on stormy days, the rain leaked and fell heavily, and in the middle of the night my mother had to bring out a basin to catch rainwater so my sisters and I could sleep soundly.
At that time, the means and equipment of communication were not as developed as they are now. The method of communication was that parents wrapped their feelings in handwritten letters. Every time the postman stood in front of the house, that night the four of us ate dinner early to read our father's letters. On the creaky bamboo bed, I lay on my mother's lap, my two sisters read the heartfelt lines under the flickering light of the incandescent bulb. No matter how long or short the content was, the first sentence my father sent was: "I and the children miss you!..." That scene appeared clearly in my mind.
After receiving the letter, my mother asked me to write a few scribbled lines to write a letter to my father. Although the years have faded, I still remember that emotional line clearly: "The weather there is hot and sunny, father, please try to take care of your health, don't worry, my mother and I are still healthy, this year's rice crop is good, father. My eldest sister just passed the high school entrance exam, I am an excellent student, remember to buy me a gift...".
Time flies, the day my father came home, the family was as happy as the New Year. I struggled to carry my father's backpack into the house, my father quickly opened the small toy car that I had been longing for. Among the new clothes for my two sisters, the scarf for my mother were letters that my father had carefully kept in a wooden box. The new words that I had written the day before, I was holding in my hand. Flipping through each page, I saw that the words were blurred in some places. My father wiped his face dryly: "The rain got in, it got wet, my child...". I laughed: "Dad was so careless...". My mother, with tears in her eyes, hurried into the room. At that time, I was innocent and did not understand everything. But now, I realized many things when I knew how much my father had hidden his tears.
As much as my father loved my mother in his youth, in middle age he shared that love with his two older sisters. And now, with his hair turning gray, the man who is the pillar of the family holds his granddaughter like a princess. At every stage of life, no matter how many wrinkles accumulate, no matter how life turns, my father's love is always as fresh as when he was in his twenties.
Someone once said: "No matter what, no matter what, my father is still my father, I must love and cherish him." I can go to places my father has never been, eat dishes he has never tried, but to have me today, my father has always been a strong spiritual support. Love is a process wrapped up in every action, even the smallest gesture. Because if my father is still alive, my life has a place to rely on, when he is gone, everything goes back and forth.
June comes, under the green squash trellis, there is a house still listening to the sun and rain, there is a letter still silently sowing the source of memories.
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/19/173917/nhung-canh-thu-tinh-cha
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