Happiness from simple things.

There is happiness that does not come from success or material things, but from the simplest things like when we have grown up, gone through many ups and downs of life, the happiest thing is still having our parents hold our hands, protecting us with unconditional love.

Growing up is not always as bright as we thought, but it is when we have to face challenges, losses and decisions that make our hearts ache. There are long nights lying awake in the four walls, asking ourselves: "Where did I go wrong in life?" There are mornings when we have to force ourselves to get up, put a smile on our face even though our hearts are still in turmoil.

After a broken marriage, many women choose to remain silent. Not because they are weak, but because they understand: there are things that cannot be held, there are wounds that only time can heal. They quietly move on, carrying the belief that, no matter how harsh life is, they must still live well for themselves, for their children and for those who still love them.

I was once that kind of woman, going through uncertain days, nights with only my own heart as a companion. But in those moments of silence, my parents' hands were always open, waiting for me to return. My father didn't say much, just softly said: "Be strong, my child." As for my mother, she still quietly prepared a warm place for me to sleep, still cooked my favorite food and gently asked: "Have you eaten yet?" Those seemingly simple words made my heart swell with tears.

Being a single mother is a challenging journey, being a father, a mother, and a support for my children. There are times when I feel like I can’t survive the hustle and bustle of life and the pressures of life. But whenever I feel tired, just thinking about my parents, who always believe that I can overcome, gives me strength.

Someone once said: "When we grow up, our parents have grown old." That saying makes me feel more deeply than ever. Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, sometimes we forget that happiness is actually very close in the tolerant eyes of our mother, in the calloused hands of our father. That is where we can return, can be weak, can cry like a child without fear of being judged. The further we go, the more we understand the value of the word "family". Out there, life has countless pressures, people can easily hurt each other, but only the home with parents is the place that never closes to us.

Happiness is so simple, just when after a long tiring day, we hear our mother calling: "Come home for dinner, son." It is when our father sits on the porch, his eyes following us, silent but full of love. It is when we know that, no matter how many storms we go through, there are always two hands ready to hold us so that we can feel our hearts at peace like when we were children. And then we suddenly understand that what we need most is not a luxurious place to stay, but just the arms of our parents, where all our wounds are soothed and all our pains disappear.

And I also realized that happiness has never left me. Happiness is still there, in every little thing, in the love of parents, in the moments we know how to stop and feel. Happiness is actually simply coming home and there are still two warm arms waiting for us there.

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Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/dieu-gian-di/202510/hanh-phuc-tu-nhung-dieu-gian-don-1be1b5b/