I think the love between a father and mother is beautiful, caring for each other until their last breath. I think living like that is a life worth living.
Illustration: DANG HONG QUAN
After finishing the wedding for my youngest uncle, my father became seriously ill. At that time, the COVID-19 epidemic was spreading rapidly, and disease control in hospitals was especially strict.
During the pandemic, my father was seriously ill. He had to have a PCR test certificate to go anywhere, had to wait in line, had to take samples, was in pain and was expensive. After going through many checkpoints, when he reached the hospital, only one family member was allowed to take care of him and camped out in the department. I took my father to the hospital and took care of the paperwork for surgery.
Before leaving for Hanoi , Dad bought a bag of brown rice for Mom because she has diabetes. If there was any work to do at home, Dad told Mom to wait for him to come home and then take care of it together.
The night before the surgery, Dad was still chatting and laughing happily with everyone in the hospital room. Early in the morning, at 6am, Dad was scheduled for surgery. Without giving each other any time to tell each other anything, we quickly put on our warm clothes and ran after the doctor. That was the last time I heard Dad speak clearly.
After a while in the hospital, Dad was finally able to go home. He was bedridden and unable to speak. He was sick and tired just turning over. Mom took care of Dad day and night.
I still remember the day my mother said: "Just bring your father back here and no matter how hard it is, I will take care of him." I know my mother doesn't often say affectionate words, but deep down, there are few people better. A life of hard work for husband and children, many times it was so hard that tears came to her eyes.
Then I wondered if that sacrifice seemed to be another "natural duty" of many Vietnamese women. Only by living and experiencing it from my family did I truly understand and appreciate it.
Mom is tired, lying next to Dad, watching over Dad's sleep, but my love for Mom and Dad is endless. Going through life, how many days are there that are happy and leisurely? But I believe, with Mom's love, for Dad, for me, for her daughter-in-law and grandchildren, Mom, despite the hardships, still has joy. Living for others is a noble and beautiful way of life, isn't it Mom?
The wind is cold, the night still has a bit of the cold of Miss Ban, I hope tonight the wind will be less so that dad can sleep well, and mom won't have to toss and turn too much. Night after night, just that small wish...
I still remember clearly that evening, my father suddenly said to me and my younger brother who were sitting next to the bed, although his voice was not clear: you two must take care of your mother. I sadly remembered those words forever. A few days later, my father passed away.
I think the love between a father and mother is beautiful, caring for each other until their last breath. I think living like that is a life worth living.
Over time, all pain will gradually fade away. And gradually the pain will be replaced by a burning longing.
One afternoon, I was running down the street in a hurry when I suddenly felt a cool breeze. I stopped and was suddenly confused. Oh my! It was already autumn.
Then suddenly the rain came. The rain poured down like a waterfall. The night felt a little colder and I felt a little thinner. Thinking about human life, it was like the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. It was long, but also short. I thought I would forever be immersed in suffering, but eventually the suffering would lessen, and happiness would slowly rise.
From childhood to adulthood, on the path of life I always had my father and missed him. The other day my little daughter asked her: "Grandma, will grandpa still see me after he passed away?"
My mother smiled and gently told me: "Yes, my child! Grandpa in heaven is always watching your every move. Be a good boy to make him happy!"
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