Health pretty up, I go looking for Huong. The villagers told her to go for more than a decade. Nobody knows what news. I do not believe people are rich sentiment could leave her beloved mother, and his brother loved more than ten years. Whatever the reason may not like. Certainly they have relationships with each other. After that is everywhere, from farmers to small business people in the marketplace. I was told on the Friday, Huong mother often buy many vegetables. Mostly dry food to eat slowly. I assumed it might be food supplies to Huong. Then took over a month for confidentiality, I was sure he was making things quietly bring flexibility of the glass food somewhere on weekend afternoons. When the often very funny and she had nothing back in the car at all.
I quietly followed her maternal uncle Hoa Huong lost some distance from the suction. Next week I have laid her uncle disappeared at that distance. Every week I get closer to the whereabouts of Huong. Once I lost consciousness ... But I must try. And some weeks I have lost him at a distance suction doctors fixed. I guess Huong just around here. And his uncle had been the other rangers. Advanced age but very agile, making me miserable because lurk under physician. But my brother is over there zombie. I can not let my brother die. I also want some clues harrowed inside from adolescence on Huong to alleviate sorrow. So up I must find her at any cost. If her life is happy Hue topic. I am certain that will not break her that he tried to dissuade me. But if you're just living alone and unhappy. Then no matter what I also brought his sister returned to Ha. I do not know how many people have to cry, how many tears must fall. But he Huong Ha new side is probably right!
I look around, move forward, backward and remotest just a pretty desolate. Uncle Hoa do at this distance. Above is a long distance uninhabited wilderness. And here in a far sprinkling of colored smoke and saw a dog bark. Just as this area only. There are not many people to ask. So see the people, as I cling. Giving all that I know about Huong to ask. I draw pictures and specify the identifying characteristic of her to ask. I see there are a very few markets the tiny shop. And I asked again.
Everyone saw last few weeks, or have a little skinny girl, polite. Clear appearance scholar who was just going to school decorum go inquire, ask a stranger Huong tailor certain patchouli. They are curious and were gossiping together. Another wondered help. When I started frustrated, moody and want to cry, the luck came. A middle-aged middle-grandmother, walking boots dirty, dressed in her three worn no longer distinguish what color. Fists stocky coarse, cracked into my hands. Pulling out her place a young child seems better off're telling me to buy is to ask her. She said she put the figure looked familiar. I grabbed her joy as the women inquired sales um boisterous laugh. They're honest and kind. Sister Women composure that only in a few simple strokes I describe Huong and say, this picture that obscures the hair away, much like the Huong Son guy teacher along with her son's school. Oh god! Son, that's right! Her two brothers yore when dreaming about the future always wished had two children named Son and Hai. Family name means: Mountain, Sea, River! But why is she Huong teacher? Nonetheless have the Huong Son and letters. I described the boy about 12 years old. And she nodded then yes, it's her son's classmates. I asked them to show her house Huong, they just suck forever at the end of the village pig gold ore. There are old women to pat my shoulder, smile showing black teeth asked: I asked Professor Ao Ba Ba Huong there ah. To her escorts, she has to come near him. Hard to find her home.
I'm overjoyed! Make germ that is Huong lover my brother to 90%. Just a few minutes away. I would run into her neck as if to embrace My young. I would tell her that he missed her Ha. Every night he hugged her knitting sweaters donated wept. My Huong happen now and then. I'm nervous too!
To be continue ....
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
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