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Thorn In The Heart
“My-Trinh, Do not hurry to cook. It will hurt you. I can wait
for you forever....” With the carried words, he said.
Nguyen heard his mother’s happy laugh from the kitchen
and followed her voices:
“Are you sure? Okay. You play with your kids. I will cook
your favorite food.”
“Oh... Excellent. Tench bittersweet soup!”
“Mom. It is my favorite too.” Nguyen stood on the sofa,
jumped and said.
“You would like to eat the tench lips too.” Nguyen’s
mother said.
“Yes. It is the best part of tench.” In the joyful, Nguyen
father said. “Nguyen, do you know about that too?” It looked at
Nguyen, he added.
“When I chew it. I felt it looked like the youngest spare-ribs
of pork. I loved it.” Nguyen said.
“Yes, It had a little fat of fish, plus the bittersweet soup that
your mom cooked. It is excellent. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, father.”
“Like father like son...!” Said, Nguyen’s mother.
Nguyen held his father cap hat, looked at it in a moment of
the sorrow.
“Father,” Nguyen called.
“Yes.”
“Are you a French soldier?”
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