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My idol

BPO - Late afternoon, Saigon rains again. Sitting in the attic, the song "Dad" from the room next door echoes in my ears, making me miss my father so much. My father sacrificed his youth to raise me to be a successful student. At times like this, I just want to take a bus to go back to my hometown to be with my father. But now I can't, I have a job in the city, I have to pursue it so that I can support my father in the future.

Báo Bình PhướcBáo Bình Phước25/06/2025

A gust of wind blew by as if carrying summer. Looking at the raindrops, I suddenly missed home - where my father was. I, like many young people living far from home these days, went to work in the morning and returned to my rented house in the evening. Every night, I hugged my computer to finish some unfinished work at the company. That vicious cycle repeated itself every day. Weeks have passed, and I have not called my father. The vegetable patch my father planted behind the house must have been harvested by now. The chickens my father bought from my uncle a couple of months ago must have matured into young girls or even laid two or three broods... The last time I visited my father was three months ago. When I got on the bus back to the city, my father stuffed two hundred thousand dong into his jacket pocket and waved his hand, "Hurry up or you'll be late for your daughter's bus." Two tears welled up in his eyes without me knowing. Looking into his eyes, I understood everything. My father was poor in money and possessions, but he was always full of love, it was just that he did not show it on the outside. In my father's eyes, I'm always just a child.

The day my mother left me and my father to follow another man, my father was so choked with emotion that he could not speak. My father carried me on his back and ran across the fragrant fields of the new rice season. The rice was still young and tender. The road in the middle of the fields in this countryside holds so many memories of my family. There, my father carried goods for my mother, my mother carried me in her arms, the whole family went out to the street amidst the passionate laughter of the early morning. At that time, I was too young to feel the pain my father had gone through. My father never once blamed my mother, but on the contrary, he blamed himself for being too poor to let her remarry.

In the neighborhood, my father did whatever he was hired to do. To earn money to send me to school, he did not refuse any job. When I was young, my father was very strict in teaching me. He rarely spent time with me because he was busy with work all day. At night, he fell asleep without even realizing it. Every time I finished my homework, I often lay next to him and whispered. I told him about my schoolwork, about my friends bullying me, about the teacher who wanted to come to my house to see my father because I beat Nam and broke his teeth because he said I had no mother. But I didn't know that my father heard all the endless stories I told him and he cried silently at night. Maybe my father was the one who never often said he loved me, but he still gave me the best things.

Miss Nam, a widow in the neighborhood below, secretly loved her father. Both families hoped that they would be a perfect couple. I also wanted my father to take her home to live with me so that they would have company in their old age. On windy and rainy days, the two of them would take care of each other. I would work in the city with peace of mind and would visit my father from time to time. However, my father firmly disagreed. Perhaps he still loved my mother and was afraid that he would make Miss Nam suffer. In my father's mind, he was poor and could not bring happiness to others.

At this hour, Dad must be sitting alone at the dinner table with some fried shrimp and some boiled vegetables. He has worked hard all his life, but poverty has followed him year after year. Wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of my eyes, I called Dad in the quiet night. And that smile, that look soothed my weak heart. Dad, one day soon, I will take you to the city to live with me. We will be together forever. Dad will always be my idol.

Hello love, season 4, theme "Father" officially launched from December 27, 2024 on four types of press and digital infrastructure of Radio - Television and Binh Phuoc Newspaper (BPTV), promising to bring to the public the wonderful values ​​of sacred and noble fatherly love.
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Source: https://baobinhphuoc.com.vn/news/19/174414/than-tuong-cua-con


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