Chap 1:

I'm Ly A Minh, a 17-year-old boy, quite ordinary in appearance, nothing outstanding, I live in a small fourth-grade house left to me by my parents. Everything about me is normal and I hope my life will be normal too. But the desire is still the desire, my life is darker than the future of the Rooster in Ngo Tat To's work Turning the Lights off... Pain, pathetic, loss, sad age, ... all came crashing down. with A Minh me for the past 17 years.

The year I cried when I was born was also the time when my mother found out that my father had another woman outside, but because of me, she did not divorce him at that time.

When I was 2 years old, my parents took my 12-year-old brother with me to settle down in a faraway place, leaving me to stay in poverty with my grandmother. Every month, they send money back to her, but people often say "Money goes straight to the intestines." My grandmother has since always taken the money that her parents sent back as a matter of course, so she is even more demanding.

When I was 5 years old, when my brother dropped out of school, my parents worriedly ran all over the place to take care of my brother to study a certain profession that I don't even remember. It was at that time that the greed of the person I called "grandmother" reached its peak. My grandmother did not respect me, but scolded me for the purpose of just wanting my parents to send more money back so that she could spend it on gambling.

-You called your mother and asked to send all the money back here!

-But… but didn't your mother just send 2 million last week?

A Minh, tears welled up in my eyes, I grabbed her cell phone and ran out into the yard. I know… I know the current situation of my parents at that time… I know I am also a big burden to my parents now, I don't want, don't want, really don't want.

-Hello?

When my mother's voice came out, I was angry when the water broke, so I kept talking to my mother.

-Mom… hey… mom…

I was speechless. My mother saw me like that and worried.

-What… what's wrong, son?

-Grandma… hmm… told… money… mom didn’t send enough… hm…

-What's up? Did you just send 2 million back last week?

- Huh… hush… she said it wasn't enough.

Is money ever enough? Forever, forever is not enough.

-Then shut up... tomorrow I'll send you more.

I cried over and over and told my mother my suffering, and my mother also cried. The choking "happiness" sound resounded from the two ends of the line but… why is it so bitter? Does a 5-year-old like me deserve this? The frustration of a 5-year-old boy, the age that is considered like a small bud on a branch, the age that should only eat, sleep, and play has to shoulder so much melancholy...

The story goes on…

When I was 10 years old, my parents returned and because of that, I was brought home to live with them. But because the love has cooled for a long time, when living together, it is inevitable to quarrel, yes, quarrel and fight...

A Minh, I witnessed my parents fighting, I was so sad, I cried, I screamed, I begged. Begging my parents to stop, begging them to give me a normal family like any other child. I envy kids my age, I envy seeing them happier than I am, I envy them being loved by their parents, I know jealousy is a bad virtue but if I become a bad-tempered but in return for what I envy… then I also vow to become a naughty child.

The 10-year-old boy held his mother in his arms and cried, his small hand patted his mother's back to reassure him.

-Mom…huh, mom, shut up… hump… hump… mom… you better get a divorce… hush

My mother with red eyes looked up at me and blinked.

-W…you.. what are you saying?

I wiped the tears from my face, trying to force a smile that couldn't be more fake.

-Huh… I… I don’t want to see my parents fighting… ugh

My mother hugged my small body and cried loudly, I couldn't even put on a fake smile and cried like that...

A week later, my parents divorced. The day I was taken to court by my mother on a dilapidated motorbike, the morning sun was beautiful, the light of freedom, that's right, after today my mother will be free and so will I.

I chose to live with my mother and my brother stayed with my father. But my father will still support my mother for a while to take care of my A Minh because the other brother is also 20 years old… the trial ended and the conciliation was unsuccessful. My parents are already divorced. My brother cried a lot, he blamed me for saying those words to my mother and then something happened that no one wanted. I don't cry but am I sad? Yes, can I get used to life without my father's presence so quickly… Yes, never.

Neighbors told me I was young and ignorant, they said I didn't understand, they blamed me, they said I was stupid. That's right, I'm probably a stupid boy who doesn't understand…

End of chapter 1

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