My childhood was intertwined with the small garden behind our house, where my father's hands tended to each row of vegetables, watered each plant, and where he sowed the first seeds of kindness and diligence in me.
I still vividly remember those early mornings when my father would take my sisters and me to the market on his old bicycle to sell vegetables. He would sell the fresh vegetables we grew ourselves to earn money to support our education. On days when he sold everything early, he would stop by the market and buy each of us a small orange cake, a lollipop, or just a colorful hair clip. The gifts weren't worth much, but for us back then, they were a whole world of joy.
Dad was always the closest companion to my sisters and me throughout our childhood. He listened to all our little problems, from schoolwork to minor conflicts with friends. He didn't judge or scold, just a gentle nod and timely encouragement. It was this loving way of his that nurtured my self-respect and strength.
I remember my early school years, every evening my father would sit beside my sisters and me, helping us with our homework. Although he wasn't a teacher, he was our first and longest-lasting mentor. He taught us to value hard-earned money, to respect elders, to love work, and to live responsibly towards our family and community. Those lessons stayed with me throughout my childhood, like a guiding light in my life.
My sisters and I are now grown up, each having established our own careers. Although we don't visit home often, Dad still regularly sends me gifts from our hometown. Occasionally, he drives Mom dozens of kilometers to visit us. On each trip, he loads up with vegetables, fruits, and eggs – products he makes himself. These simple gifts from home are filled with Dad's love for his children and grandchildren.
Now that I'm a mother, I understand even more deeply the sacrifices my father made for his children and family. I realize I'm repeating everything he did before: sitting beside my children with their homework every evening, listening to their whispers, and teaching them with all my heart. I'm continuing that timeless love of my father's through my own way of life.
Time flies by, old paths will change, and the green garden may no longer be the same. But the image of my father, thin and hardworking, tending to the vegetable patch, his forgiving gaze when I stumbled, and his boundless love will forever remain etched in my memory, like a warm lamp guiding my way home throughout my life.
Time has turned his hair gray and slowed his steps, but it hasn't diminished the love he has for his children. That love isn't loud; it's quiet, profound, and enduring, just like the man himself.
Hello, dear viewers! Season 4, themed "Father," officially launches on December 27, 2024, across four media platforms and digital infrastructures of Binh Phuoc Radio and Television and Newspaper (BPTV), promising to bring to the public the wonderful values of sacred and beautiful fatherly love. |
Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/174367/tinh-yeu-cua-bo






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