Every day, amidst the hustle and bustle of the city more than a hundred kilometers from home, I still find joy in my work, in my relationships with colleagues, and in the vibrant rhythm of life. Far from home, I always carry the love of my family with me, and one thing that warms my heart when I think back is going to school with my little daughter every day. It's simple, but it's a happiness I always cherish.
For twelve years straight, ever since my child took their first steps into kindergarten, my child and I have "gone to school" together every day. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight still lingered on the trees in front of the gate, my child would excitedly share three new songs they'd learned, sometimes about a friend being reprimanded by the teacher, or another friend bringing a new toy. And I, the driver of my familiar "iron horse," would silently listen, my heart filled with a strange warmth. When we reached the school gate, I would gently adjust the straps of their backpack, put their hat on them, and say the familiar words: "Be a good child at school!" My child would turn back and smile brightly, a smile as clear as the morning sun, giving me so much energy and igniting in me hope for a beautiful new day.
In the evening, I would stand waiting for my child under the old flame tree in front of the school gate. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow on my shoulders. The moment my child ran towards me, their clear voice shouting, "Dad!", was the moment I felt my life was complete. Just seeing that smile, all the hardships and worries of the day seemed to fade away.
Taking my child to and from school isn't just a responsibility, a way to share the workload with my wife, but also a joy, a spiritual reward I give myself every day. It's a time for father and child to chat, sharing little things about school, friends, and innocent childhood stories. It's in these seemingly ordinary moments that I understand more about my child's world – a world of innocence and dreams; and my child also feels my love and care.
Now, my child is in 10th grade. Those early mornings, I no longer get to drive her to school in my old car, no longer hear her cheerful voice in my ear. In the hustle and bustle of work, I rarely have the chance to come home, to walk with her along that familiar road we used to take. But deep down, I still believe that, even from afar, I am still "seeing her off" with love, faith, and gentle words of advice sent through every phone call and text message.
Someday, my child will go further, fly higher, but I know that on that journey, they will always carry with them the sweet memories of those early mornings with their father and his old car, of his warm voice saying, "Be a good child at school!" Just thinking about that brings me peace and happiness, as if every day I am still going to school with my child.
Nguyen Van
Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/202510/niem-hanh-phuc-gian-di-cua-ba-ef50e76/
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