Chapter 11 — I Don't Owe Anyone My Life

"Today A Nhuoc gave birth to So Tam." "She bled a lot." "I stood outside the door, for the first time understanding what fear is." "I don't ask for a son." "I don't ask for glory." "I only ask for peace between mother and child." The last page only had a few lines: "A Nhuoc is gone." "She said she owed me a gray hair." "But actually the one who owes it is me." "I owe her one time to return on time." "I owe you a life without pain." suffering." "I owe you a word that the past was not your fault." "Later I will tell Sister Tam on your behalf." "No one is born to repay someone else's debt." "She has the right to choose her life." "You too." Sister Tam hugged the notebook, crying until she couldn't breathe. On the day of marriage, I wore a red dress and came to my grave. "Father said mother liked cinnamon flowers." "I planted a tree in the yard of the new house." "Later when the flower blooms, I will bring it back to you." Lau Quan Viem stood behind. His hair is more than half gray. Sister Tam turned around and hugged him. "Father, you have fulfilled your promise." "I have grown up." "You can live for yourself." He smiled. "I have always lived for myself." "Taking care of my child is what I want to do." That night, after sending his daughter out of marriage, Lau Jun Yan returned to the palace alone. He didn't light the lamp. Just take out my happy dress and put it next to me. The next morning, the servant discovered that he had stopped breathing. In his hand he held a jade pendant shaped like a rolling cloud. The face is very peaceful. There is no pain. According to his will, he was buried next to me. Two stele placed next to each other. On one side is written: Dear wife A Nhuoc. On one side is written: Husband Quan Viem. That year, cinnamon flowers on the mountain bloomed. Sister Tam stood in front of two graves and placed a pair of flower lanterns. The wind blew. The two lights gently touched each other and flew into the sky. In Sister Tam's dream that night, she saw a long road covered with cinnamon flowers. A woman wearing a blue dress stood at the end of the street. Next to her is a man in a black shirt. He reached out to her. "A Nhuoc, this time I'm not late." The woman looked at him for a long time. Then smiled, placed his hand in that palm. "Quan Viem, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The two held hands and walked towards the light. There is no Ta family. There is no Tieu Palace. There is no old debt. No one forced her to sacrifice anymore. In that life, she was just A Nhuoc. A person who can laugh when he's happy, and cry when he's sad. You can love who you want to love. You can refuse someone you don't want to marry. You can live a righteous life that belongs to you. She no longer owes anyone. I no longer owe him a gray hair.— END —