My childhood was associated with the small garden behind the house, where my father's hands cultivated each row of vegetables, watered each tree, and also where he sowed in me the first seeds of kindness and diligence.
I still remember clearly the early mornings when my father took my sister and I to the market to sell vegetables on his old bicycle. The fresh homegrown vegetables were sold by my father to raise money to send my sister and me to school. On days when they sold out early, my father stopped by the shop to buy each of us an orange cake, a lollipop or just a colorful hair clip. The gifts were not worth much, but to us at that time, they were a whole sky of joy.
My father was always my sister and I's closest companion throughout our childhood. He listened to every little thing I said, from studying to small conflicts with friends. He didn't judge or threaten me, just a slight nod and timely encouragement. It was his way of loving me that nurtured my self-esteem and strength.
I remember my first years of school, every night my father sat by my sister and I to help us study. Although he was not a teacher, to my sister and I, he was the first and longest-lasting teacher in our lives. He taught me to value money earned through sweat and effort, to respect my elders, to love work and to be responsible to my family and community. Those lessons followed me throughout my growing up years, like a compass in life.
My sisters and I are now grown up, each of us has our own place to live. Although we don’t often come back home, my father still regularly sends me gifts from home. Sometimes he drives my mother dozens of kilometers to visit us. On each trip, he loads the basket with vegetables, fruits, and eggs - products he made himself. Although the gifts from home are simple, they are filled with my father’s love for his children and grandchildren.
Now that I am a mother, I am more aware of the sacrifices my father made for his children and family. I realize that I am repeating everything my father did before: sitting next to him to help him study every night, listening to him whisper, teaching him with all my heart. I am continuing that love, his ageless love, through my own way of life.
Time flies, the old roads will be replaced by new ones, the green garden may not be the same as before. But the image of my father with his thin figure diligently taking care of the vegetable bed, his tolerant eyes when I stumble and his boundless love will forever be imprinted in me, like a warm lamp guiding me back home throughout my life.
Time has turned my hair gray and slowed down my steps, but it has not eroded my love for my children. That love is not noisy but quiet, deep and lasting, just like my father himself.
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/19/174367/tinh-yeu-cua-bo
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