A special person in my life If one day I become a mother, would I be able to sacrifice my health, time, and even my own dreams for my children the way my mother has sacrificed for us? That question often lingers quietly in my mind whenever I look at the marks that time and life have left on her. Because of caring for us, my mother has endured countless seasons of sun and rain. The hardships of life and the passing years have worn down her body and changed her appearance. Her hands, once soft, have become rough with time. Yet those rough hands have always been the warmest…

The Past at Twenty A Kind Person and The One Who Walked Away | Quá khứ 20, một người tử tế và một người buông bỏ Today, in a moment of pure coincidence, I found myself scrolling through an old photo folder on my computer. Among hundreds of familiar images, there was one that made me stop for a long time. It was a screenshot of a message exchange with someone I had once been close to for only a short period of time, yet one that carried with it the tender and inexperienced emotions of my early twenties. We met through a game called Arena of Valor. One evening,…