Dear Chief

(Baonghean) - PeopleWe keep shouting about gender equality and respecting women, but for me it's hard to accept. Wherever I go, I'm comfortable, but when I get home, it's boring: all women, 1 big woman and 4 little women. The ratio of 5/1 in favor of women makes me so angry. Many times I've fought with the big woman over trivial things, and the neighbors have brought it up to educate me, but it's the same thing, especially when there's alcohol involved.

As for the women and children, the four of them went to school, and every now and then they would show papers and demand money: Dad, the head teacher said these expenses are socialized, for the future of our children. Wow! They say everything is socialized, why don't you socialize them so I don't have to support you.

But thinking about the loneliness when the woman leaves like the old man next door, I am determined to work hard so that my family will not fall into disintegration.

In this time of economic crisis, the couple is a freelancer at the bottom of society, how can they perfectly raise 4 children? They have been struggling but have not been able to escape the poverty line for a year.

Oh! Women are women. They only bring shame to the man like me in the family. If all men were like me, we would soon become billionaires, no less than them.

This morning, I took the loan application from the bank for the poor and rode my rickety bicycle to the district town. I had planned to do VAC with the hope of doing big business, escaping poverty, then discussing with the older woman to try to have another son to continue the family line.

I timidly walked through the iron gate guarded by two stone lions baring their fangs; I gave the paper to the gatekeeper (a fat woman) and turned into the bicycle parking lot (where I met another fat woman).

Entering the transaction room, looking around, I saw only women. Were all the men dead? I stood there, wondering who to give the application to. Maybe I had wandered into the District Women's Association.

The women here look elegant, comfortable, and plump, unlike the women in my family who are sloppy and skinny.

Looking for a long time, I saw an old man wearing white glasses in the corner of the room. I tiptoed over and said softly:

- Sir, I have a paper from the commune asking for a loan to reduce poverty, with 6 seals and 7 signatures.

The "Chief" immediately took a pen and wrote down the notes. Men get things done quickly, not slowly like women.

Suddenly, the "boss" pointed to the table with a young woman, the same age as his eldest daughter, and said:

- Take the paper to the chief sitting there and ask for his signature.

I was stunned and took the paper to report to the female boss.

Quynh Tho