Chapter 15 — Thirty Years of Robbery

“Me.”“Not like you.”Three days later. The Phuong family held a press conference. Under the flash light. Phuong Chinh and Tang Tue stood on the podium. His face was haggard. Read the apology statement. They admitted. Thirty years ago. Because of feudal superstition. But abandoned me. They sent it to me. And my foster father, Mr. Quach. "The most sincere and deepest apologies." The whole city A. was shocked. I didn't go to the scene. I gave Mr. Quach. Go to the sea. Father and son sat on the sand. Quietly watching the tide rise and fall. "Tinh Tinh..." "You really don't recognize them?" Old Quach asked carefully. "Dad." I turned to look at his old face. "In this world." "I only have one father." His cloudy eyes. Immediately tears welled up. He raised his hand. I want to pat my head like when I was a child. But the hand only reached halfway. He landed awkwardly again. I held that calloused hand. Place it on top of your head. “Dad.” “Thank you, dad.” Thank you, dad. Because in the cold winter of that year. Dad chose you. Thank you, dad. Because I spent my simple life. To give to my child. The greatest love. Everything about Su T. Tu Hang. Finally closed. He was sentenced to prison. With many crimes. Duong Thien came to visit me once. she said. I'm about to start my career again. We talked for a long time. Like two old friends. When leaving. She told me. “Van Tinh.” “You deserve better.” I know. Life. Then a new chapter will open. Half a year later. I received a parcel. Inside. It is a signed agreement. Incorrect. It is a prepared agreement on division of assets after marriage. Party A. Su T. Tu Hang. Party B. Van Tinh. The content is very simple. Su T. Tu Hang volunteered. After being released from prison. Will donate ninety percent of his entire legal income to Van Tinh. For compensation. Until. Van Tinh proactively terminated the agreement. At the end of the agreement. There is a small piece of paper clipped. It is the handwriting of Su T. Tu Hang. Scribbled. “Wait for me.” I looked at that piece of paper. Then burst out laughing. I threw it. Same ridiculous agreement. Go to the shredder. The phone rang. I'm one of my students. "Miss Van, the public lecture next week, are you ready?" "Already ready." I walked to the window. Looking down onto the campus. Young faces. Full of life. The sunlight is just beautiful. My phone. Received another message. It's a strange number. "I'm Tang Tue. I know I'm no longer qualified, but... can I meet your father? I want to personally say thank you to him." I looked at the message. A very long time. No reply. I turned my head. Look at old Quach sitting in the living room. Have fun playing with cats. He laughed. Innocent like a child. I think. There are stories. Maybe it should be closed. But there are also relationships. There is no need to reconnect forever. I picked up the phone. Just answer with two words. "No need." After that. I called another number. “Hello, Dad.” “I'm coming home for dinner tonight.” We can start again. But in my world. There will never be a place for you again.-END-