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Thorn In The Heart

Nguyen had been trying so hard to find the way for going
back to the village after his grandmother had passed away. He
thought his grandparent would not be happy in another world if
he does not go back to visit their graves.

Once an early day at last summer, Nguyen had waked up
while all his family members had been sleeping deeply. He was
carefully dressing up two clothes, took a bag that he had an extra
clothe and total his saving for the years in it from last night. He
wrote a note for his mother and left on his bed:

“Dear mother.”

“I am going back to the village to visit grandparent graves
and will be home soon.”

“Sorry, I do not let you know.”

“Love you, mom.”

Nguyen looked at his note, had a short sight, slowly half-
opened his door room and slid out with his care by the quizzing
hinges. He tiptoed on the hallway toward the door, held a door-
handle and slowly opened it with his heart beating up, then
walked out the house in his mix-emotions of sad and happy.

Nguyen hurried to run out the Thang-Long alley after he had
closed the door and locked it. He turned left, ran on the Bach-
Mai sidewalk toward the Cong-Vong bus-park, which closed
with Mo Market and bought a bus ticket going to Guot district.

Nguyen opened his note when the bus was running on the
1st high way. He read it and tried to remember what his mother
had said in her innocent at the dinner two months ago after he
had asked her about the way to be back to the village:

“Mom.”

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