QUALIFICATION AND KINDNESS

BAO QUYEN HA '23

In the afternoon, in the courtyard of a large city, a woman in her thirties was sweating carrying her bulky luggage.

On her face, the hardships and pain of a poor worker were etched. She was walking, her seemingly hopeless gaze around the yard as if searching for something, but then she seemed to be disappointed. She looks miserable.

On the golf course, the passers-by are heavy. Anyone who passes by that woman throws back at her a look of pity and sympathy. No one has the intention of stopping to help her.

Especially the well-dressed people, they all passed her at a very fast speed, as if they thought that if they slowed down, the woman would surely pull them over to bow down and ask for something.

"You watch out, maybe she will beg for money or will find a way to make friends with her so that she will torture you during the trip with long and ungainly stories, or she will borrow your handkerchief to wipe my sweat." One man there said that to me.

"That's disgusting." A well-dressed woman pouted her lips and spoke to the elegantlooking man next to her.

“Hello… please…”

Indeed, the woman approached the crowd waiting for the train. But, without waiting for her to finish her sentence, everyone nodded, shook their heads, and quickly turned away. Undeterred, this woman followed the windows of the train cars and jumped on the boats before the departure time.

Wherever she went, she had a face like she wanted to ask for help; she looked so poor and the only words that came out of this miserable woman's mouth were: "Please help me."

The people on the train were very uncomfortable with this woman. Some people waved their hands to chase her away, some people just saw her figure at the top of the train's head, they hurriedly took the newspaper to cover their faces and pretended to be asleep. There was a look of disappointment and frustration on the woman's face.

For me, too, my mother is the person who cares about me the most and is also the person I love and am most grateful to in this world. I used to think that my mother is not beautiful. Not beautiful because she does not have fair skin, a round, kind face, or sparkling eyes... she only has a dark, tanned face, a high forehead, wrinkles of the age of 40, of many worries in her life, imprinted on the corners of her eyes. But my father said that my mother was more beautiful than other women in intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother is smart, hard-working, decent, and responsible. As a leader, everyone thinks she is a cold and uncommunicative person. Sometimes I think so too, but when sitting next to my mother, her hand caressing my hair, all those thoughts disappear. I have a feeling of lightheadedness, an indescribable agitation, a feeling like I have never received so much love. It seems that an intense stream of love through her hand flows into my heart, through her loving eyes, lips, sweet smile ... through everything she does. That love can only be felt when people are close to their mothers for a long time. From childhood to adulthood, I accepted my mother's infinite love as a favor, a natural thing.

In the eyes of a child, a mother is born to take care of her child. I have never asked myself the question, "Why do mothers accept unconditional sacrifices for their children?" She has had a great influence on me since "always". Why do I think like that? just one reason which is I always think she is my angel, a woman can do anything in the world nothing more than a perfect woman. In the past, I made my mom being sad over and overtimes because of my fault. But she still forgave me and always tried to understand me, she taught me everything: how to be tolerant, sympathize, and share with people in difficult circumstances, which has made me more responsible and put more effort into myself.

Mom, you sacrificed so much for me, but you never asked me to pay you back. You are the most wonderful, the noblest, the greatest mother. This one goes for life with motherhood. No one is ready to protect you at any time. Oh, my sweet and beloved mother! If only I had the courage to say three words: “I love you, Mom!" But I am not brave, not as decent as my mom. I write these words, “I hope you understand my feeling from my heart better. I will always love you, be happy to have you, and be sad when you have bad luck. You are my whole life, so I just want you to live forever to love me, take care of me, comfort me, protect me, and let me take care of you, love you forever”.

Mother's love is the most sacred feeling in this world. That love has nurtured many immature people, taught many people to grow up. It was my mother who gave me that ove. Therefore, I always love her, looking forward to growing up quickly to take care of her. And I want to say to my mom, “Even though I grow up, I am still your daughter. Go lifelong still under the mother's womb."

"I'm not a thief, why do you behave like that?" The woman regretfully thought.

She went to the train station again, but no one wanted to hear her explain her situation. At that moment, she saw a young man with a very scholarly appearance sitting reading a newspaper.

The young man was reading the newspaper very attentively and he seemed to be oblivious to everything around him.

Gently walking towards the young man, the woman said: “Excuse me, can you help me?”

The young man put down the newspaper, looked around for a moment, and then looked at the rural woman: “Excuse me, are you asking me?”

The woman nodded. "Please help me. I went to the city to find my relatives but couldn't find them. The money was stolen by the crooks. I want to go back to my hometown but I don't know how. Can you buy me a ticket to go back to my hometown?"

After listening to that woman's words, the young man's expression looked very hesitant. It seems that he both wanted to help and did not want to help that poor woman. After a while of silence, the young man put his hand in his pocket. With great difficulty, he pulled out a pile of change, shyly giving it to the woman.

"You take it. I… I only have this much left., I don't know if it's enough. I just bought a ticket to go back to my hometown, so I don't have much left. I went to this city to look for a job, hoping to find a decent job, but when I went to the city, with an intermediate degree in hand, I couldn't find a job. You hold it for now."

The woman tearfully took the boy's change, it was very difficult for her to utter two words: "Thank you".

As soon as she turned on her heel to go to the end of the train, she heard a young man's voice calling out to her. He hurriedly went back to her and said: “How about this, you are from the same hometown as me, so you should take my ticket.”