31 May 2010

Letter To My Mom!


Mom, a youngest daughter in a small family of two children, was born in a place called “Paradise of Flowers”. When Mom was two months old, she got a serious sickness that could cause her death. Mom’s mother was in the in midst of struggle to make a decision for Mom’s life while Mom’s father was shot to death by the French troop. In these difficulties and unexpected situation, the last decision and according to the fortune teller, Mom’s mother decided to save her daughter’s life by sending her youngest daughter to the orphanage which far away from her place and the first two years old daughter stayed with her.
Life in the orphanage was not easy. Mom grew up with so much struggles and challenges to find a place and identity for herself. To become someone in life, Mom had to spend much tears and sweat to stand for who she is. But then in these difficulties, Mom learned and understood deeply the meaning and values of patience, passion, courage, trust, hope and love. But still, there were times Mom failed into discouragement and discrimination by other people because of Mom’s social status. Not to be hindered by environment and situation’s discouragements, Mom stood up and started the journey again as Mom set goal for her life.
Time passed. Mom found a man for her life. Dad comes from Hue, a noble man who loves Mom unconditionally and respectably. Just thought that Mom would have a better life, but it was not. Dad’s mother did not like Mom because of her life story though Dad tried to convinced his mother about his love for Mom. But still, the approval was never be approved by Dad’s mother. Despites all the preventions and discouragements, Dad married Mom and left his place to begin building their little home with a great love in an alien soil. It is the place where I was born and lived before I left my family for my life’s fulfillment.
Dad was imprisoned because of political involvement after one year of marriage and left Mom alone took care of their first son. Courageously, Mom worked hard and morally supported Dad with much hope for the reunion. What Mom hoped for came true. Dad returned home after years of his imprisonment. Then my sister, Phuong, came to the world. Continuing to bear fruit of their love, I was welcomed into this little home which filled of love. My presence brought more joys to this family, but at the same time Mom and Dad had to work hard to provide all the needs of their three loved fruits. The love of Dad and Mom was the great strength that gave them energy to move on.
Their children grew up by day in the scene of Dad and Mom’s love. It is not the story that is told but the real life that I lived and witnessed in my every daily life. How many times I was in pain with the pain Mom experienced of being discriminated? How many times I stopped breathing when Mom got sick? I wished to share all pain Mom has carried on, for Mom to feel better. With Mom’s optimistic, Mom only taught me to be happy and be a good daughter.
As Mom’s youngest daughter, I used to cry when I felt helpless of sharing Mom’s sadness. Just hugged me Mom said “Mom and Dad are with you!” then Mom continued “Live a good life when you have opportunities” What Mom meant about it, I could not understand at that time. The reward I have shared with Mom is to be a good daughter. And yet, I felt the satisfaction in Mom’s eyes.
I would like to say more about Mom with my deepest gratitude for being Mom’s daughter. I also deeply thanks for Dad’s love. It is not only the immense love that Dad has been given to me as his youngest daughter, to my brother and sister, but it is also the faithful love that Dad has given to Mom for thirty six years of being Mom’s husband. Now I settled down my life in the midst of challenges, I want to shout loudly “Mom, I Love You!” that I have kept in my heart.
I am thankful to have a mother like Mom, an orphan woman who dared to change her life to the difference. Mom, I want to make your life from now on is a life of joy and happiness. Believe in me, Mom…
I am proud of you!

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