← Nguyễn Trung Hậu

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Tìm Về Chốn Bình Yên

The places I pass through with Bánh Mì, and the moments I want to keep.

There are places we go to in order to rest.

And there are places where, as long as the one you love is beside you, that alone is peace enough.

A father and his little son smiling together

Father and son under blossoming trees

A quiet walk along a blossom-lined road

A wide, quiet hillside road in the morning

A father holding his son close in the park

Father and son on the grass at the end of the day

A father in a wheelchair laughing on a green lawn while his wife, kneeling in a red dress, holds their little son's hands as he learns to stand, with a pine hillside behind them — A whole afternoon, and nowhere else we needed to be.

The three of them beneath a leafy branch in late afternoon light: father in his wheelchair holding his son's hand, mother kneeling beside the boy on a wide grass field — The light goes soft, and no one is in a hurry.

A little boy in a yellow shirt walking across the grass holding his mother's hand, his father watching from his wheelchair a few steps behind — His first steps, taken away from me and still toward me.

I do not know where peace lives.I only know that on some days, Bánh Mì sits beside me,and I no longer want to go anywhere far.