On the busy road, your mood is heavy with anxiety… how to earn a living…. but there is always a place that is a solid support, always a place to return to no matter how tired you are…. that’s home….
Stepping in, the door is always open to welcome you…every bouquet of flowers, each blade of grass….
Somewhere, there is a glimpse of your mother taking care of each bunch of vegetables, each small flower bush, picking fruits….
Somewhere, a bird is sitting and grooming, preening each of its small feathers…
Remember the summer afternoons when all the children jumped into the cool canal together, screaming with joy, playing in the water and never wanting to stop swimming…. Or when accomplices go together to catch fish, catch crabs, and then sit and play in a hut together to cook and eat them, little but strangely delicious….
Just thinking about going home makes my heart so peaceful…
When you succeed or fail, when you are happy or in pain, no matter how far you go, how long you go, as long as you have a place to return, that’s all, you will feel strangely lighthearted!
Go home, my friend, because it is a refuge in life, for the love to spread, to help ease the pain of stumbling….
When I have time, I always prioritize going home….to enjoy the cool feeling of the grass, or the gentle breeze blowing through the window….to feel that I am very lucky because there is always a place to go back to. …
(Ps: The pictures in the article are completely real pictures of my hometown (An Quoi -Ben Tre). If you want, you can come to… and have a stay. Please contact my brother Nguyen Thai to see if there is an available room to book…)
