After days of gloomy rain and wind, wet and humid weather, the first sunshine of the season signaled the end of the cold, wet and sad days. The sun was shining and dried the meandering streets.
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New sunshine resounded in me a region of distant childhood memories in my beloved hometown. The internal shadow suddenly appeared in the nostalgia that was deeply embedded in the subconscious, just a light touch was sobbing and tearing.
Every time the sun dances, cheers filled the yard, he brought blankets and cold clothes to wash, filled with clothesline, hedge. The vibrant colors of the floral blouses and fragrant soap invite bees and butterflies to fly home.
The paternal body is undulating, undulating, white hat, algae like many women from my hometown. In love, his daughter-in-law struggled in the field early into the night, so she took all the housework to go home. Grandpa was excited and cheerful, so he praised the new sun, but it was golden and fragrant, but he did not let my sisters run and jump in the sun.
I wondered that while my grandfather chewed betel nut, he said “if children do not adapt in time, they easily get heatstroke and headaches”. The Cabinet only allowed us to clean and scrub every corner of the three-room tiled house. The windows that were closed during the monsoon season were suddenly opened to welcome new sunshine into the house like welcoming guests for a long time.
As the grandchildren cleaned up the house one day, the whole house was lit up and had a strange smell. Looking through the window, a clear sky appeared before my eyes. I spread my small hands through the bars to catch the sun. I wish I could fly up like a chili dragonfly out there.
At the end of the day, the cabinet picks all kinds of grass leaves available in the home garden from basil, amnesty, grapefruit leaves, betel grass to bamboo leaves, chrysanthemum … boil a pot of fragrant water to bathe and scrub the children. I splashed the perfume on my face and on my body while inhaling the rich scent, questioning it.
How pleasant and refreshing, it feels like I have been emptied of the dust that has accumulated for days to become pure and pure. My hair is black, shiny, and always in the country thanks to her loving, caring hands.
But then, the new sunny seasons on that childhood day only flicker in nostalgia and are replaced by distant dreams. I left my hometown to do floods, goodbye to the laborious fields of rice and potatoes to go to school in the prosperous city, carrying my own beliefs and hopes for a “life change”.
The chaos and chaos, the hustle and bustle have taken up all the time to return to my hometown. The fascinating fun, the full bustle has kept me from staying in the flashy city. The four seasons passed like a passerby.
I happen to be in front of the changing seasons. I am indifferent before every new sunny season. I forgot the whole pot of water with fragrant leaves in the garden. Only when my mother called to urgently say, “Go home, baby, my grandfather is seriously ill”, I startled.
I returned, rushing into the inner bed like a wind. Holding my bony hand, my gut and intestines tighten. Noi goes as fast as the end of the day. The inner realm of purity, lightness like a fairy left a painful feeling in me.
Thank you very much in the following seasons, no longer paternal grandpa! But since then I always come back, sitting on the steps of the house waiting for the sun, watching the figure of my mother drying clothes and remembering the inner year. Outside, the new sun is burning …
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