She was mute and in labor….
Someone will say that giving birth is nothing, there are nearly 8 billion people in this world, half of them are women, every day there are people giving birth…
Yes, that’s right. But the mute girl giving birth is a rare story in the village. A beautiful girl, but there were people who spoke evil words and whispered that she was lost in the river and lost in the market. Without the family of the old woman, she was taken in and raised by the old woman. It’s not certain that she would have lived to be a human being… those days, Aunt Tham went to the old woman’s house to ask for the reason. She said, the fact that her heart was taken in and saved by her uncle and nephew had nothing to do with her family, why did she speak evil words? Did she eat any of her family’s rice? Look at your legs, how many children did you give birth to? Who was the midwife who took care of you…
The old lady was scared and apologized. She said it was because of that girl that I looked at her like she was a celebrity, so beautiful.
So what if she’s pretty? Don’t you see that your daughter gave birth to her and she followed me to clean and help deliver your grandchild?
It seemed that at this point the old woman was silent…just bowed her head.
I came home from school and saw my aunt sitting on the doorstep, her face sullen. I asked, “Who made you sad?”
Aunt said slowly..
I laughed and told her…you’re too passionate. She was silent and knew she was wrong. Why are you angry?
It turns out…in this poor village…the grace of giving birth, the grace of raising and nurturing one into a human being is always something that makes anyone, no matter how sour, bow their head in silence.
aunt smiled gently ..
I told her to leave the day after tomorrow, why would she bring that anger up there? For her, there’s only a bright future, a new sky…
I also don’t know how great the grace my grandmother sowed for this land is… I only know that every time I used the female phoenix bicycle with the yellow box chain to take my aunt to the bus station so she could go to the province, the whole journey of nearly 20 kilometers to the district bus station, my aunt’s face was red, her mouth was smiling brightly along the bike tracks, she kept one arm hugging me tightly, the other holding a small suitcase containing clothes… almost at the bus station… she was silent, a few tears soaked her side… getting off the car, my aunt said… I will miss my candy so much…
A week later, Mrs. Sau returned to the village. She sat on the steps of my house and chatted leisurely. Strangely, this time, the Japanese professor and his wife were also there. The president of some kind of friendship association. The person who had previously come to my house for a week to help my grandmother and I deliver babies, and he wrote a book about Mrs. Sau’s midwifery career.
It turns out that he came here to attend the conference and unexpectedly met Mrs. Sau Phung, a famous person. Almost all obstetrics and gynecology researchers know about her career and reputation in the scientific community. Through their conversation, they paid attention to the midwife in the village. They discussed, proposed, and contributed to building and funding equipment for this village to have a qualified delivery room.
The meal was so warm and simple… a few chickens from home, vegetables from the garden, my uncle, shirt tucked in and tucked in, solemnly poured a glass of wine soaked with Mr. Dam’s traditional medicine, raised his glass and respectfully invited Mr. Togiba… the sound of him smacking his lips and praising the delicious wine rang out. He also said something in broken Vietnamese… I don’t know if he drank it and his wife praised it or not, his wife was over 60 but she still smiled.
just one day to the commune.. uncle Tien said yes.. the day of groundbreaking, there was also Ms. Nhung from the province… more than 3 months later, the delivery room in the poor village was shiny and clean, the equipment was collected from sponsors, full generator was brought back, three days before the opening, Mrs. Sau Phung brought to the village an obstetrician.. she was in her 30s, she told her to go back to the village to directly work and guide, collect data to do a doctoral thesis or something…
At noon in the commune, the inauguration ceremony of the delivery room, although simple in terms of ceremony, was almost finished… the ceremony was postponed a bit because Ms. Nhung was busy with something and came back late…
I got home from school at almost 12 o’clock… as soon as I drove my bike to the yard I saw my mother busily boiling hot water, aunt Dieu and uncle were tying the hammock to a bamboo pole… in the room the mute girl was holding her stomach, her belly was bulging out, her mouth was crooked, I didn’t know if the mute girl was crying or laughing
I came closer…the mute girl wrote a few words in her notebook…Tu, please save me, it hurts so much.
I smiled and whispered in her ear… just bear with it a little bit so that in the future you will have a son to carry on the family line… she pinched my arm, then wrote… godfather… I only like girls
My mother and my aunt gently helped the mute girl onto the hammock. I was in front, my aunt gently behind. My mother carried many things for the woman giving birth along the village road. Passing by the gate of aunt Hong’s house. The little girl and aunt Hong led the bike to help my mother carry the things.
Auntie said that without the commune’s announcement, let’s just let the baby give birth at home and avoid having to carry the hammock like this. The laughter was lively, the scene of the mother giving birth occasionally writhing on the hammock, my mother’s encouragement, the laughter and sparkling eyes of Miss Hong made this time the hammock for the mother to give birth even more cheerful laughter.
Miss Hong said…it’s true that God created, God gave. God gave, God took…only virtue lasts forever in life…this little girl’s fate is to be the one to open the happiness of this village…the first person to give birth on a shiny delivery table, what happiness
Following the fields in the gentle midday sun, the rice fields are bowing their heads full of grain… summer is just around the corner and a bumper harvest is coming… the village has another creature, no one knows if it’s a boy or a girl, clinging to this land to become a human. The village land is peaceful and sweet.
After changing roles several times, Miss Hong asked her to help carry the hammock. She said she was a student…a scholar who can’t even tie a chicken…let her help carry one end of the hammock.
here
The delivery room in the clinic’s yard is here…the ribbon is being cut…the sound of applause is bustling. Everyone is happily walking into the clean, shiny room.
the footsteps of the little girl Hanh… young but running very fast.. she overtook.. rushed up and grabbed my grandmother’s leg..
Grandma…she is mute and in labor pain.
Mrs. Sau Phung and Mr. Togiba and his wife smiled brightly, holding my grandmother’s hands. He said, according to my hometown’s custom, if there are customers right after the ribbon cutting, it’s a great blessing…
Everyone was shocked, but they all smiled. My grandmother and the female doctor went to examine the mute girl. The female doctor stayed to look after the mute girl. My grandmother and everyone came to attend the intimate dinner.
Uncle Tien pulled me in to sit with my grandmother and Mrs. Sau Phung. Uncle said… Dear ladies and gentlemen, you have now come to help the village… In addition to gratitude… I hope Mrs. Sau Phung will pay attention to help… my nephew will continue in his grandmother’s career… Like father, like son, right Mrs. Sau?
The loud laughter made me choke up… I kept thinking about the scene of delivering the baby with my grandmother, from the time I was carried on my back following her footsteps… to today my grandmother is smiling.
Mrs. Sau Phung said… I’m doing statistics, collecting working time… to present to the province, the province will definitely make you a regime like a working person… I’ve reported to the province, they support enthusiastically
I cycled home with Miss Hong’s daughter Hanh… the wheels glided over the village fields, my heart filled with joy and many wishes, when I turned the bike to pick up Miss Hong and her aunt… Miss Hong’s eyes were so affectionate and sparkling. She asked why she hadn’t come to visit her for so long…
shyly looking at her, looking at the house scenery… I said who told you to go away for a whole month without telling me where you went, why aren’t you sad or angry?
She sat quietly…then she told me that her mother was sick and sent a telegram. Besides, she went back to her hometown and still had many private stories that she couldn’t tell Tu…she held my hand gently and smiled.
Don’t be angry, Tu…it’s been a long time, it’s been months, I miss you so much.
or is it……