Page 153 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

My-Thanh and Nguyen flew at him, held his hands and
walking back the house with the noisy of laugh and talking.
Their mother was hurrying walking out of the kitchen, rushed
through the door and stopped at the front yard to look at her
spouse playing with his three children in her tearful emotion.
Their father had a happy smile when he just saw her appearing
at the door. He walked toward her, held her lower back by his
right arm after My-Hanh had to hang on his neck and left arm.

All Nguyen’s member family bonded together by their love
and the happiness sobbing of his mother at the front door. They
walked back through the door into the living room at the same
time. It seemed they did not want to release their emotion and
closed in the living room.

All the children sat on the same sofa with their father to play
and laughing, while their mother sat on the floor and clasped his
knees. She asked him everything on the battlefield, told him
about how she and her children lived without the help of spouse
and father. She never forgot to tell him about her afraid for the
war when she heard the news on the radio, read the daily paper
and worried about her children’s future until the smell of food
burning.

She hurried to stand up and to run into the kitchen after she
had said:

“My God...! I forgot I have been cooking chicken soup.”

“It does not matter much, does it?” In the low and fair
words, Nguyen’s father said. “You can cook another one.” He
added.

“It was the chicken smoke now...!” Her voice echoed from
the kitchen. “Trung-Thanh, are you hungry?” In the sweet
voice, she asked him.

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