Chapter 2: Mom and Dad are wonderful

I only need to tell one day is enough, there is no need to add other days.

Simply put, every day is the same as any other day. A day like every other day, as the saying goes.

And so life for me is monotonous, if repetition is the most precise and clearest manifestation of monotony.

It was not until much later that I discovered that there was another view of repetition. It is called stability.

An arranged job, a predictable career, is the desire of many people, many countries.

Of course, it would be nice to have a forecast of a country's economic growth, but if you were to predict exactly the same way about your own emotional growth, it can sometimes be tedious. It would be weird if you were convinced that in a month you would start falling in love, three months later you would be falling in love - a little, six months later you would love more ...

I have seen many young people making plans for their lives: 22 years old graduating from college, 25 years old getting married, 27 years old starting a company, 30 years old giving birth to their first child, and so on and so on ... How tight! But once a person's life is programmed so closely and scientifically, if it all goes as planned, will you be emotionally saturated?

When talking about emotions, perhaps it is impossible not to associate it with each person's personality. The optimist says stabilizing what the pessimist thinks is monotonous. The life of husband and wife is the same, some will be peaceful, some give tasteless, and some know how! Indeed, couples who live together so well and not so well are like those between two benevolent neighbors, and the extremist has the opportunity to boast that peace is not relative to happiness, know how to say

But oh well, I was talking again when I was an adult. Talk about husband and wife taboo here again!

I will return to the subject of this book, come right back, which is to say about what I was when I was eight years old.

The story I'm about to tell, unfortunately, is also related to husband and wife. But besides suffering, there is also luck, this is just a game of husband and wife - a game that any child my age loves to play even though when they grow up they are very cautious.

Ti and my baby next to my house is a couple.

I am my husband, Tí sun is my wife.

The Tí rut is not beautiful, the person is black, the hair is curly because they run and dance in the sun all the time, so they have a toothache.

But I willingly accept her as my wife, just because she likes me, I tell him everything. Honestly, I prefer Frisky, because the most beautiful daughter in the neighborhood, she has dimples. But I do not marry Frien because I see him always hanging out with Hai stork. Later I knew it was a feeling of jealousy, of course childish jealousy, and at that time I just felt uncomfortable.

And I don't marry Tí sún, in the way that adults say: marry my lover, not the one I love, especially when the person I love doesn't seem to love me!

I married Ti rut for about five minutes and immediately gave birth to two children: Hai stork and a cub. I hated the two of them, I made them just like that, but Hai Stork was a year older than me

- Where's the stork? - I shouted.

- Yes, Dad called me. - Hai storks ran to.

I exaggerate:

- Pour three pieces of water!

Seeing the cub covering his mouth and giggling, Hai Stork stabbed:

- I'm studying.

- How to study at this hour? - I shouted - Fool!

The stork reached out his hand to pick his ear to hear clearly:

- Is studying a lie?

- What more! Do not study any homework! Good children have to run and jump, climb trees, bathe the river, fight!

Hai stork unexpectedly caught such a crazy dad, grinning:

- So I'm going to fight!

After saying that, it ran away.

But I'm not mad at it. I am enjoying myself. I accidentally discovered how to make life a little less boring.

- Shit! - I shouted.

- Yes. Pour water?

I chuckled:

- You don't pretend I'm smart. I'm out of thirst.

I said as if out of anger:

- I am I, God hates smart kids, that is, the kids who study once in a while are already under the edge! Hmm, good job!

Con Nhu doesn't know what I want. Seeing me frowning, it was afraid to tremble:

- Yes, I'm not smart. You are an idiot.

I gloat:

- So you really are my good son.

I took out my pocket and took out a tiny piece of candy that was left from yesterday:

- Here, I reward you.

Frustratedly, she took the candy, not understanding why he was stupid and was rewarded, so he did not dare to eat.

I was trying to tell my son "Eat," then Hai Stork ran in from the outside, gasping for breath, acting as if he was fighting.

- Are you going to fight back there? I asked lovingly.

- Yes. - The stork was excited - I took ten children at once!

- You are really good. - I complimented, and looked at Hai Stork from head to toe - How my clothes ...

- Still okay, Dad. - Sea stork happily showed off - I beat each other with them but the clothes were still healthy, straight ...

- You bastard! - I shouted, not letting Hai Stork finish his sentence. - Fighting without tearing, scratching, bruising, but also called fighting?

My sudden anger stunned Hai Stork for a while. It does not know how to react but falter:

- Uh ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ...

- What y'all y'all! You really are a pervert! I embarrassed him to death alone!

My wife Tíún, started to feel bewildered by my teaching style:

- Grandfather, the child knows how to keep it well.

- What do you know! - I snapped at Tí sún, his saliva soared without hitting his face. - Fighting, not going to a party! Fighting that clean clothes would be humiliating for the ancestors!

I punched soldiers in the chest:

- Oh, it wouldn't be better if it cut me a knife! My child is a child! You come here and kill your father!

Seeing me howling so disgusting, Ti cringe.

While Hai was laughing and laughing, the male face turned out like a lizard hit the face. He doesn't know what to do with the candy in his hand, whether it should be stuffed in his pocket or in his mouth. His face looked very worried, perhaps because he completely did not know what new action was not listed as "spoiled" or worse by his father, "humiliating his ancestors".

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My friends were just surprised the first day.

Then like any true child, they quickly felt the excitement of that wonderful game.

The next day, it was Hai stork and Bon's turn to play the role of parents. Tí sún and I are children.

Last night Hai Stork must stay up all night, waiting for morning. In the morning I saw his eyes red. If it wasn't a Sunday, maybe Hai Stork would be charred with impatience before the rest of them left from school.

- Where's Mui? - Hai stork booming, his voice is very excited.

Cu Mui is my home name. My parents called me that probably because I was born in the Year of the Goat.

- Yes. - I respond to your voice.

- Please show me your notebooks here.

I was attracted to the practice of tucking in the back of my pants, nervously handing Hai Stork, my stomach trying to guess how it was going to "teach" me.

Turning a few pages, Hai Stork shouted:

- Cu Mui!

I bleakly looked at it:

- Yes.

The stork slammed his hand on the table:

- How do you learn how to practice such blank notebooks?

Before I could answer, he threw the notebook out the window, growling:

- Learn with no practice! You keep your notebooks clean like this, aren't you afraid that the teachers tell your parents you don't know how to teach you, that guy?

I was scolded like splashing water in my face, but my intestines swelled in pieces. I did not expect Hai Co to be such a wonderful father.

I gladly acknowledge the error:

- Sir, this time I trot wild. Next time I don't dare to keep my notebooks so carefully anymore.

I said, and rolled my eyes around, seeing the corner of the house of Frustration and the little girl with a hand to cover her mouth trying to suppress a smile.

- That brat brat! What are you laughing! - Hai stork glanced at the Tí sún - Have you finished cooking, but stood there smiling?

The Tí rut was polite:

- Yes, I have already served. Invite parents and Hai to eat.

- Are you crazy? - Hai stork raised his hands to the sky - Until now, the rice is sitting and eating, only someone who has not been educated to a place can do so, understand?

- Yes, I don't understand. - Tí sún is honest - What do they do when they are educated?

- They go out and do nothing. - They go swimming, they play billiards, they fish, they play tag or fight, in general they can do anything to keep others waiting, except the very incultry thing is to sit at the table.

The child was awake and alone:

- Your father is right. Only spoilers can eat on time!

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At first, I thought I was the only one who enjoyed this crazy trick. It turns out everyone likes it. Of us, Tí sún is the gentle and slowest child, but by the third day, he can adapt to the situation by adjusting Hai stork to play when it is his turn to become a mother.

- How many times 4 times?

- Yes, it's 8.

The Tí rut did not yell loudly like me and Hai Stork, but his face looked so cerebral:

- Why is it 8? It is a waste of money to give my mother to school!

The stork blinked:

- How many?

- It's fine, but not 8.

- Mom, according to the multiplication table, 2 times 4 is 8.

- Are you a parrot? What do you hear, multiplication tables? So you don't have a head?

Hai stork touched his head, regretfully:

- You really are a brainless child. Next time I won't listen to anyone, whether it's the multiplication table or the teacher. I promise my mother that I will think with my own head.

Hai Stork's statement is considered as a common statement of all, ending a dark period of living only on the protection of others. Oh, what life has been like since then!

But as people often say "short joy": on the day Hai Stork brought a gloomy face to me, we suddenly realized that life is still gray as if there were four seasons a year ago. bronze.

- What's wrong with you? Newly beaten? I asked curiously.

- Yes. Because of the crime of daring to say that only an idiot can keep the notebook clean.

The Tíún appeared with a sorrowful face:

- And I was punished by my father for insisting that 3 times 5 is not 15.

Con Bon contributed to two rows of tears and hiss:

- As for me, even though my parents were hoarse, I definitely wouldn't run home for lunch.

I glanced at the three of my friends, quietly sighed.

I learned to be a little revolutionary, depressed when I couldn't change the world, and still plagued others.

So I am not gloomy, not sad, not whimpering, and I have tears in my eyes.

My pain goes inside. It was deeper, at least equal to the pain of the three friends combined.

Because yesterday I was beaten for committing all three of the above crimes at the same time.

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