Now when I get home from work, I rush to join the stream of people rushing to pick up my children. It rains Surely everyone knows how big an impact it has on the traffic situation in the capital.
Arriving at the school gate, mother and child and several teachers stood waiting for the long line of people in front of them, hoping for an opening to cross the street. One, two, then three luxury cars kept pressing on the accelerator, determined to block the hole, not allowing anyone to squeeze in.
| The rain caused many roads to be congested. Photo: Bao Khanh |
It’s okay, I just waited and continued talking “Talker” (a girl’s favorite name). Unconsciously, I forgot that the people in the car seemed to be looking at me warily, for fear that if I didn’t press the accelerator quickly, I would cut in front of them.
Then suddenly inside rain shaking, I saw an empty space gradually appear because the cargo truck refused to press the accelerator and just stood still. What was even more startling was that the driver repeatedly waved his hand to signal him to leave.
Oh! Hearts melt in moments like these!
I was really emotional, quickly pressed the gas pedal and drove past, but was immediately stopped by a series of other motorbikes rushing in front of me. The truck once again swerved to the side of the road to open an escape route for the “Talking Machine” mother and child.
Normally, I would blurt out my thanks as quickly as he waved his hand. But in the situation of traffic jams on the road, and my face covered with a mask because of the cold rain, I could only give a thumbs up to express my emotions at that time.
The boy couldn’t even see his thumb, because he was busy looking in the rearview mirror to steer and clear the way for his mother and son.
On the next journey, the “Talking Machine” continued to ask, while I still mechanically answered the child, but my soul was sunk into an invisible bitterness.
Human value does not lie in the cars and fancy clothes one has, but in the actions one performs.
Every day, the road to school is about 500m, but “Talking Machine” and her mother have to go for half an hour, because “Talking Machine” is busy communicating with the vegetable seller, the bean seller, the hairdresser, the motorbike taxi driver, and the teacher. car repair, butcher… These are the honest working people on the “Talking Machine” walk to school.
Those are the values ​​I want to instill in “Talking Machine”, the love and environment that I want my children to be raised in to grow up. I think those are the little things that shape my child’s personality and earn her the title of “Miss Friendliness” in the neighborhood of “Talking Machine”.
True culture does not depend on wealth, class and wealth.