Open the window, eyes closed - Chapter 1

This year, I'm 10 years old. That means 10 years ago I was still in my mother's womb. Every time I go somewhere, my mother takes me with her. I don't know how to cry yet. A child in the mother's womb certainly does not know how to cry. I want you to imagine this. What were we like then? We don't have anyone to be friends with, except mom. So my father said, the birth of a child is a blessing; The day I was born was the day I was lucky enough to have new friends... For example, how could I have known Ti and chosen him as my best friend if I hadn't been born?

According to what my father said, when a baby is born, the midwife will smack it on its butt to wake it up. While still in its mother's womb, it sleeps. There were many children who had to be beaten four or five times, which was funny because they thought they were still in their mother's womb.

I am such a case. I slept very soundly. The midwife had to beat him 7 times. My mother said such nonsense very rudely and it seemed to me that she was right. In class, I lied to my friends and the midwife beat me 59 times!

- Oh my god, your butt must be so swollen. – They rolled their eyes.

The next day they bragged to me, their mother said, the midwife beat them up to 100 times. Some even said 200. I can't imagine the butt. The crybaby Hong started crying at the slightest touch and even dared to say 400 words. We burst out laughing. Thang Toan honestly said: "I have two" (Earlier he said 200). The other child had three or four eggs, and Hong was already crying when he was born. Its eyes opened wide, so it cried. The midwife is free and does not have to work hard.

Have you ever asked your mother about this? I think it will be very interesting. You will know about yourself at birth. Do you know how to open your eyes to look at your parents? How much do you weigh? When you sleep, how many times do you cry a night? Do you have hair, what color? Hundreds of things to know about yourself. But I want to tell you one thing, we must keep it a secret. That matter must be private. When you keep a secret about yourself or someone else, you will never forget it. The things you say, you will forget. I'm sure of that. And one more thing, you have to increase the number of times the midwife beats you, because as my father said, we never have the chance to be beaten by the midwife a second time. We only cry once when we are born, the cutest cry. My father still remembers the day I cried. That's the day I was born. My mother said: “Hey! Looks like I'm about to give birth. My father panicked and picked my mother up and put her on the straw cart. Unfortunately, the cow was not there. Dad asked my uncle to take him out to eat cot. So alone, my father pulled the car down to town. Along the way, my mother bit the straw and endured the pain without screaming. My dad said: "You just scream, it's okay!" Mom still didn't scream. Dad said mom is the best!

When they told their friends this story, they also told their mother not to yell. Please don't think they are lying. But let's say it's a secret. Secret things will leave us forever tainted, never forgotten.

And everything as I told it, the midwife gave me seven punches. Dad exclaimed happily: “Oh my god, son. This guy is so stubborn! Why do I hate it so much? Then he kissed my crying mouth. Even though he was covered in sand and his sweat dripped onto my face. My father said, he has never seen me so beautiful. During the days of hard work in the fields, my father constantly fantasized about me. Dad thought my face would be very long. The mouth is really big. Firm hands. Dad already raised a cow for me to size. But oh my, the cuffs are tiny. My skin is thin. Dad took my hand and placed it on his face, then he just lay still like that. Dad said, never before has a tiny hand been placed on his face. Very small. Terrible baby. Seeing me, Dad felt like he was lost in a tiny person's lair. But in the land of tiny people, people cannot rush. For example, from home to school, you just walk in one go and you're done. Not so with tiny people, they have to go for a year. They cannot rush. In front of a baby, like the land of tiny people, dad cannot rush. To pick me up, Dad had to do it slowly. Dad said, carrying a baby is more tiring than plowing a field. Because you can fix the field, but not the child. He also doesn't know how to say: "Oh, I'm so upset." The ant bit my butt!”

That's it, the day I was born. And dad wanted to hear me cry. At night, dad has to walk lightly - a pain for him. My father is very strong, anything that touches his hand makes a loud noise. Wanting to go light is extremely difficult. But because of me, dad gradually practiced. Dad said, a baby's sleep is more beautiful than a field. At night, Dad stayed up to see me sleeping - Dad's fields. I'm sorry I don't know how many times the midwife beat you. Did you cry often? My grandparents passed away early. At that time, my father was still very young so he didn't hear anyone tell the story. Family members are the ones who remember them the most and most fully. People who keep their secrets. The day I was born, the midwife asked my father:

- What's your name?

Warm boy means a happy boy. She wanted me to be happy. My father woke up.

- Yes, how did I forget? I kept imagining it and forgot about it.

According to my father, the name is very important. Because it is the most beautiful name that people will call throughout a child's life. This child is different from another child firstly by a name. When we remember a name, we remember a person with that name. There is nothing more wonderful than when you call your loved one's name. Mother is the common name for all mothers. When someone calls me mom, I understand that that woman has done and loved the same work as my mother. Mom is also the most beautiful name, always gentle. Someone named Dung, I would think is not a girl. A person named Loan will not be a boy. When I grew up, that name still followed. I will keep it as a memory of my father and mother. That is also the affection that parents want to give. My father told the midwife:

- I want it to have a brave name

- So the name is Dung!

- I want it to be smart too.

- Then Tri Dung.

- I also want him to be filial.

And finally my name was given. A very long name but I always remember it. My dad said:

- There's nothing more beautiful than your name. A name is a great love.

What is your name? Have you ever asked your parents why you have that name? I believe you will hear a long story about it. It's a secret about you. And only then will you know why a name is the most beautiful voice.