Page 96 - Thorn In The Heart

Thorn In The Heart

Just come in the broken house Nguyen's grandpa opened his
shirt and let his grandma checking the wounds, which a French
militarist soldier picks a sharp of a bayonet on his back. She ran
toward any corner in the house to look for the rice wine that she
can use to help him robbing on his wounds. Nguyen sat on the
ground looking at his grandpa back and tried to pick the dirt out
of the wounds. The blood bleeds on over his grandpa back, gone
through his shirt and drying. Few deep wounds were on the right
shoulder blood was still leaking and made him feel smart.
Nguyen touched the blood that running on his grandpa's
shoulder, and looked at the blood on his fingers.

"Grandpa. Do you feel hurt?" In sorrow, Nguyen asked.

"Yes."

"Why they did it for you? I hate them...!"

"Because they were different us."

"What is the difference? They were people like us!"

Nguyen's grandpa had sighed.

"Yes, they were the people but different us about culture,
race, language. They thought they were the civilized and
advanced nations. They used their power to rule Vietnam,
dominate over Vietnamese people, and Vietnamese people have
enslaved for them. So how they love Vietnamese people like
they love their race!" In the suffering he said.

"I don't understand what did you say!"

"Yes, you will understand when you grew up with it, and
learn about it with your life."

After that days, Nguyen had been opening mind and
learning so many things that happen on his life until he was an

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