Sounds of love!

My father - a thin, frail man but with very kind and benevolent eyes. Because of his poor health, he did not work day and night with my mother on the windy and sunny rubber plantation, but stayed home to take care of my four siblings and me, doing my mother's work. From early morning, when my mother's figure and bicycle gradually disappeared on the long red dirt road, my father hurried into the kitchen to cook, then clean, take care of the chickens, and cultivate rows of vegetables and sugarcane.

Back then, the older siblings were at school, so I was the only daughter who was always running around my father's feet. Therefore, to me, my father was also a close friend who brought me joy and laughter. I will never forget those afternoons, in the three-room wooden house, my father chopped bananas and told me the fairy tales he knew by heart. I think that in the past, if it weren't for the war and poverty, my father would have studied very well. From Nguyen Du's Tale of Kieu, Nguyen Dinh Chieu's Luc Van Tien to the Four Great Classics of China... my father knew them all by heart and retold them in a warm, passionate voice. My literary talent was also nurtured by my father from those sweet, affectionate sounds.

My father loved listening to the radio. I don't know when that habit started, but I know that my childhood years were spent listening to the Binh Phuoc radio jingle "Where are you going, from Quy Nhon to Bien Hoa, across the majestic Be River to Phuoc Long to build victory". The radio sounded in the wooden house from morning to night, from the morning exercise program, the noon news to late night stories. Just hearing the radio, my father sat quietly listening, his eyes looking far away, his face sometimes pensive, sometimes humming along to poems and nodding and smiling. As for me, the little child back then, didn't understand everything my father was listening to, but I always felt at peace whenever I sat next to him in the warm sound of the small radio. Even though technology has changed now, even though I have a smartphone in my hand, deep down, I still remember and love the old, rustic sounds from the old radio. Because it is associated with the image of my father and my childhood like a warm sky.

Dad loved his family so much, took care of his children so much, but when he fell ill, we couldn’t do anything for him. I could only stand there, helpless and in pain, as the protective arms of my life vanished like smoke. Dad may never say he loved me, but he always kept the best and most delicious things for me. Dad was always the first to run to help me up when I fell, gently smiled, patted my head and said: “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Many years have passed, every time I come home to visit, looking at the wooden cabinet - where my father still keeps coconut candies, sticky rice candies... for me, I miss him so much that my heart aches. In the past, every time I finished school, I would eagerly run home because I knew my father was waiting for me, always holding a few small candies in his hand - a reward for his good daughter. There were days when my father was tired, but he still did not forget to reach into his pocket and take out a sweet candy with a gentle smile. I still can't forget the taste of that candy until now...

Dad has gone to heaven, but to me, no matter how many years have passed, he is still a silent hero, the first teacher who taught me to love, to sacrifice and to live a kind life. Dad is always an irreplaceable memory, a loving voice that I carry with me throughout 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.
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Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/173876/nhung-thanh-am-yeu-thuong