Love is not just flesh and blood

Many years ago, when I was teaching at university, I adopted a female student.

The girl is poor, her parents are divorced, lives with her mother, works hard, studies well. Through a few tests, I realized that she has good character and character. I see in her the image of me when I was young: resourceful, industrious but still clumsy and a little stubborn. I set myself the responsibility to guide and correct my children, at least to avoid the mistakes I used to make. I really care, take care, protect my children.

Of course, he also realized that and showed great respect and love for me. I’ve only known her for a few months, I feel like I’ve known each other for a long time.

Half a year later, I was planning to bring my adopted daughter home to meet my family, so I had to marry my mother first. Mom said a lot, but the main point is: it won’t matter if you adopt a child. My mother was referring to the adopted child of my parents. I just said, “Mother just treat it normally, if you can continue to be a single family member in the future, then do it, if not, that’s okay”.

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After that, I had to talk for a long time with my adopted daughter so that she could understand and share, so that if my grandparents said anything or did anything, it would not shock her. Unexpectedly that time when I returned to my hometown, both my parents loved that “hip” grandchild, because he was polite, diligent, and knew how to behave.

Later, once when my father was hospitalized, my adopted son came to visit, not knowing what he and I were talking about, he immediately praised “the child is well-educated, very obedient”.

Up to now, our relationship is still very good, I myself feel happy because I have a daughter who is good, obedient and does not cause any problems for grandparents to remember the unhappy things of the old year.

Sometimes I wonder, my parents have 3 children, both boys and girls, in a way, they are all good, they need to adopt. But later, when I adopted my daughter, I felt that love had no limits and no exclusions; If we can love anyone, we can still love without necessarily losing the feelings we had with anyone before.

We are often happy when we are loved by someone, and we are often happy when we love someone. If both sides love each other and form a familial bond, the happiness is even greater.

Ngo Dong Vu

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