My grandmother chewed betel
Many times she had insisted her grandmother on eating betel but she hadn’t been allowed. She reminded her not to eat it. She whimpered and thought that her grandmother scrambled for betel. Once her grandmother’d gone out, she sneaked to eat her grandmother’s betel. She immitated every step that her grandmother did. She put all things into her mouth, chewing deliciously in spite of her tiny mouth. Been a while, seeing that piece of chewing betel in the front-yard, her grandmother guessed everything. Running to her grandmother, she courted fondling from her grandmom: "Oh, grandmom, I have a bad headache." She said: "Why don’t you listen to me? I told you not to eat that. " She was repentant of her sin. She embraced and lulled her. Since then, she didn’t want to eat betel or disobeyed her grandmother.
Growing up, no longer did she live with her grandmother. She has lived with her mother in the city. Today, her grandmother came to see her. She came home from school, seeing a red betel puddles who had just spat, she grumbled: "Who was so careless?". She came inside and saw her grandmother was chewing betel, she grunted: “Grandmom, you should eat betel in your village. Who in the world spat on the front-yard like that? ". She ran upstairs without a greeting. Her grandmother stopped chewing betel, whispering: “My sweetheart, you had grown up”. The wrinkles on her face suddenly thrust together ...
Nguyen Quoc Viet
Ao trang 1/07/08