There are two crucial things in life that must not be forgotten. The first thing is the the last bus home and the second one is the people we love. It is purely warm and cozy when they come together. Tet is the occasion when we go back home on that bus to gather with our family and beloved ones.
Getting out of the car, I burst into tears and in front of me was the familiar road since my childhood. The road scenting the aroma of peach blossoms led me to the paradise. The apricot flowers were like sunbeams swaying on the small streets. And somewhere was the taste of “Chung cake” my mother cut for me annually.
From the bottom of my heart, I just wanted to cry like a kid who had missed his parents for a long time. The feeling of gathering, the feeling of laughter with relatives, and the feeling of love. It was as beautiful as swans. I kept walking step by step and then I slowed down. I stopped, looking around: my mother was cutting delicious cakes, my father was decorating the house and my brother was running and playing. It has always been like that: my sweet home. The rhythm of the Tet song seemed to slow down to welcome me back . The scent of kumquats was hard to depict. It was like the smell of the fruits that my mother gave me when I was a child. Now in my twenties, I just want to be with them forever. Like a symphony without a conductor, no notes can be discerned, but somehow it’s still mellow and beautiful.
It is really hard to describe them in words. It seems to have become decrescendo because of the love. When I stay with my loved ones, the taste is still there, but no one notices. They just want to care about the healthiness of those around them.
by Student Council