Vu Lan season, I miss my mother!

(Baonghean) - The autumn season is cold, looking up at the calendar, I suddenly realize that July has come. July, the month of images of roses and lanterns. This July, I turn twenty-three years old. Twenty-three years I grew up in the care, love and forgiveness of my mother. I am so happy that I still have my mother by my side. I always say that no one can replace my mother in this world, I always tell myself that I must always make my mother smile and must be "successful, successful, famous and successful" to come back to repay my mother. But for the past 23 years, I have not done anything for my mother. I still ask my mother for money every day to study and pay for my life.

When I was little, I was a naughty child who always made my mother upset. I did not listen to my mother. I did not try to study. I saw my mother's sad eyes every time she went to school to meet her teacher, every time she came home from a parent-teacher meeting. Other people's children were mentioned by their teachers because of this or that achievement. As for my mother, she was mentioned by her teacher because she was naughty and did not study well. At that time, the moment of guilt only flashed through my mind and then everything went back to normal. I knew that my mother was angry, but she did not hit me. She taught me with words, analyzing right and wrong, but never "spent a beating or a spanking".

In the past, I hated my mother's habit of talking too much. Early in the morning, my mother would wake me up. Even on Sundays. My mother wanted us to follow the rules and not be lazy. I was always resentful and thought my mother did not understand anything about young people. I hated the way my mother told me over and over again every time I went somewhere far away. I hated that my mother always had to be like this and like that... I left my beloved home and started my independent life. When I was away from home, I missed my mother so much. I longed to hear my mother calling me every morning. I longed to eat the bowl of fried rice my mother had fried, the hot package of noodles my mother had made... I longed to hear my mother's instructions every time I went somewhere.

Holding the money my mother saved, the little money she earned from selling vegetables and beans in the garden, my heart ached. My mother called to ask about my health, worried that I was lacking food. When I asked her again, she always said she was fine. I knew she said that because she was afraid that I would worry about her. Winter came, the degenerative spine disease relapsed. My mother was in pain, but she still tried to go to work. Then the rainy season came, my mother's feet became ulcerated and bleeding from being in the water all day. I promised to buy my mother a pair of boots, but I still couldn't do it.

Then the city life took over me. I imitated my friends in partying and loitering, not paying attention to my studies. I gradually became insensitive to the money my mother sent me. I asked my mother for more. I made excuses for having to learn English and IT. My mother had to sell her only buffalo for my computer. I rarely used the computer for studying, but mostly for playing games. At the end of the first school year, even I couldn't believe the result: I was held back. With no other choice, I had to confess to my mother. For the first time, I saw my mother not saying anything. I saw my mother was emaciated, her hair was more than half white, and her eyes had many dark circles.

Mom called me into her room and encouraged me to start over. At that time, I didn't believe I could start my life over again. I was used to a loose lifestyle, touching books made me dizzy. I asked Mom to give up. But Mom wouldn't let me. Mom agreed to quit her housework and come to the city to stay with me for two months, helping me get through those difficult days...

Mom, I apologize a thousand times. Deep down in my heart, I always know: "In this world, if there is true love, it is your love!". I know I owe you my whole life, a heart as vast as the sky and the sea. I will try my best for the rest of my life. This Vu Lan season, I am happy that you are still by my side, and that I still receive your love.

Cao Van Quyen