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'' All over the world no good bangme,
The burden of life without anyone suffering bangcha.
Who was her mother please do not cry,
Do not be sad to hear she can not ...''
Yes, father, mother, who was born thanhra, care, teach us from when we took was born. And for moicon people, happiness is the feeling of living in the warm arms of a loving GiaDinh. Me too ...

I was born into a family in nongthon, my house is not rich, not poor, just a normal little house thoinhung where there is a thrill. My dad makes the protection rungde keep green homeland, country, and my mother is opening a sales hangbuon nho.Toi're an eighth grader, as I taciturn, quiet, be caitoi is a second best student in the class. I have the title seven years gioisuot students and are gradually conquering grade 8. Recently, because of toithay physiological changes, there are some emotional problems occur, so my parents forbid me to play with you in the form motso'' sister'' in the senior class. They hate me and stabbed the other to pull cacban to boycott me. Gradually, I shunned by everybody, and I xalanh people because I know that they are just playing with me to my advantage thoi.Toi conservative, always for their opinion is right, never ngheloi take advice of my parents. So to the extent things like this are why I gayra both. By this time, I understood ...

My father was a stern man, tinhtram, the person or counsel and confided to me the most. After the last incident, three daycho me that to grow, to face all the hardships. Three cungtung taught me to know because my parents savings will no longer do ratien time again, not enough facilities for family activities. Three teaching toirang:'' Did you see the chickens in the garden of your home? It had surgery tunghat grain, feeding quietly, not to miss any particles which, I, too, the quality is not something sovat always full, may run out at any time. Vivay, you must not spend lavish food waste, life is not forever Where suongmai'' sung. The three also including three stanzas are very old, living in a time release saugiai country more difficult, does not have what to eat, have long been motbat long white rice, served with salt only is it delicious, I have to go to school hangchuc kilometers pass by old bike of his. My house near the city of Da Latnen to go through the pass, not uphill floating, three clung to the container of nhungchiec trucks can be dangerous at any time. And many, many more khokhan more ... But, thanks to the energy, the three have overcome all the power and daudai his degree. The miserable months on the other end into the spectacularly performing well dagop. I admire the three. Three also protect and sacrifice for toirat much. When first learning to walk, sometimes I fall, she was raising my buocchan. When studying, I can not do it, she tried to explain to me that the last toihieu. I am grateful to three much!

Mother, mother is nervous, little attention suvoi me, or was I, I sometimes hit always. But I do know she is vitoi was excessive, stubborn he did not listen, she is always pleased to contain, toinhan do.Khi in her eyes that I stir crazy, I'm conservative, always true to his attention kiencua should not even take into account the advice of her kindness, cungnhu never an apology. Now, when we hear the three khuyenbao I understood was that she was me, hitting me not hate me but my own way lathuong me.Me always the best thing I will denvoi. Mother confided to me but at least understand my mother more than anyone else. And she is the protector cungluon, protection, sacrifice for me, like a three way. She taught toiphai is cactus standing in the desert, rising to reserve a storm wind haysong arduous, never broke down; mother told me she must like trees, tough, confident, ready to pass stumble through life. She taught for toicach communication, said politely to the elderly, people know vaung compromise handling unexpected situations in life ...

Yet, I would not even listen to my parents, now I have understood, that my parents just wanted the best thing for me, love me bame the most ...

People do say:'' According to ancient legend, when God created man, ngaida attached two invisible bag for each individual, a bag containing truocnguc located behind the mistakes of others, and a bags placed behind with less than minh.Vi own fault that we can only see faults cuanhung people around, but did not see her.'' Indeed from this agenda, I have never received she is an error, always think right, minhhay. Now I know that I was wrong then ...

'' Three Mom! Maybe I've changed nhieuroi, both in thought and action, you are no longer a giddy kid, buongbinh as the day before. The third apologize, sorry, I would do for their parents khonglam sad anymore. Because you know, three and mother who loves connhat, always protect you, willing to sacrifice for me, always encouraging me full in May suotnhung turbulent life. I promise to always stand firm, never broke down, what the difficulties will pass. I'll be optimistic, votu and always wearing a big smile to life each morning to wake up. Conse determined to study hard, tries to satisfy rising expectations suky and mother of three. I will open our hearts, never self nhanminh conservatives are true. I also thank the three, thanked her, father of the child, who teach children to know how many new things, concern for children, public vongvao children, wants children to be successful in their careers. Thank you and Mama thatnhieu. Tomorrow, though grown into people, I will never forget the love she has for the Bava ... "

You see? Although the human taora God, he had accidentally put a bag of their own mistakes on the back, nhungngai never know: even though we can not touch, though I do not nhinthay, but I felt get it by your soul ...

"When you know sorry parents, you senhan be a lot more than you are, that is: love"