Page 46 - Thorn In The Heart

Thorn In The Heart

Sometimes Nguyen played the flute while he rode on his
buffalo's back in the wide prairie with joyful. Few times
Nguyen's buffalo swam crossing the pond while he stood on its
back holding a bridle rope in his hand, and his friends dived to
catch each another in the water.

Nguyen liked to play with his dog Toto in the backyard.
Toto was often in his arms while he dozed comfortably on the
dry grass with his peaceful time and nonsense for life.

Nguyen did not know the meaning of the "dream," but he
learned from his grandpa about the legends. He always wanted
to be the same as the hero in those stories. So he tried to
remember what his grandpa had told, the next day he will tell his
friends after class and wish to be.

Time moved slowly in Nguyen's childhood age. He grew up
with the legend stories, loved the warm lights of the sun rising in
the early morning, watched the diamond dew shaking on the
leaves and drop on the ground. Nguyen always had awake early,
sat on his bed looking through the back house's window to see
the bright and soft of the sunrise. It was rising behind the top of
the mountains at the Eastern, and the light winds pushed white
cloud moving slowly on the sky.

Before going to school, Nguyen had a habit to stand at the
end of the backyard. He looked at the waves frequently on the
vast expanse of rice field, paid attention at the wildflowers that
bloom on the bank at a short distance. He took a deep breath
along with his arms rise in the air, then walk back into the house,
hold his books on his chest and runs cross the rice field to
school.

Nguyen loved the full color of the rice field's sunset. The
light made vain efforts to survive, while dull gray clouds moved
slowly, brave and strong to dispossess the weak sunlight in the
sky. Birds called their friends to fly back the nest in the soft light

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