TRAVELLIVE MAGAZINE Travellive 05-2016 | Page 12
TH¶ TOÄ SOÑN
N®m 18 tuÊi t´i b “Æ∏”, cÀu bπn gµ b´ng thÍi c†p 3 c„ ngay bπn
g∏i mÌi khi vµo Æπi h‰c. Con bä 18 tuÊi ngµy †y coi th≠Íng s¯c
kh·e tÌi m¯c b· ®n, Æ„ng k›n cˆa phng, thÀm ch› cn giÀn dÁi
lu´n c∂ ba mã.
MÈt chi“u th¯ S∏u, ba Æ’n tr≠Íng Æ„n t´i sau giÍ tÀp nhπc. §ng
chÎ t´i v“ nhµ l†y qu«n ∏o vµ vµi th¯ linh tinh c†t vµo ba l´ rÂi
chπy xe mÈt mπch v“ ph›a Æ´ng thµnh phË. Sau khi gˆi xe, ´ng
mua vä tµu ra mÈt hn Æ∂o nh· cho 2 ba con. ßnh bÙng sœ im
re nh≠ng rÂi cuËi cÔng, khi b≠Ìc ch©n xuËng c«u tµu væng hoe, t´i
Ƶnh mÎ lÍi tr≠Ìc:
“M◊nh Æi Æ©u vÀy ba? Con Æang kh„ chu, Æi tÌi chÁ vıa xa vıa
væng vŒ th’ nµy con chÿ th†y ÿu x◊u h¨n th´i”.
When I was 18 years old, I got lovesick since
my boyfriend at high school loved another girl
upon studying at university. The 18-year-old
girl that time considered her health nothing,
not eating for days. I locked myself in my room,
and even got angry with my parents.
Nªm c∏ch
bi÷t vÌi Ɔt
li“n, Æ∂o vµ
resort tr™n
Æ∂o lµ l˘a
ch‰n tuy÷t
vÍi Æ” t◊m
ki’m mÈt
mÔa hà y™n
b◊nh.
“BÎi vÀy ba mÌi t∏ch con ra Æ≠Óc kh·i m‰i chuy÷n ΠƆt li“n. Tı
tı rÂi ba sœ chÿ con c∏ch chia tay m†y chuy÷n buÂn”.
T´i Æ∑ cÔng ba l∆n gi˜a nh˜ng Ƶn c∏, nhÍ s„ng bi”n ha tan n≠Ìc
mæt. T´i Æ∑ cÔng ba Ưng tr™n m·m Æ∏ ch™nh v™nh, dang rÈng tay
Æ” gi„ bi”n cuËn Æi nh˜ng bÛi t©m t≠ ngËc ngh’ch. ThÀt k˙ di÷u,
m‰i †m ¯c trong lng d≠Íng nh≠ Æ∑ tr´i Æi Æ©u m†t, chÿ cn lπi
b◊nh y™n khi cÔng ba nªm Ɖc s∏ch d≠Ìi nh˜ng t∏n dıa xanh m∏t.
Ba n„i ÆÛng, ng≠Íi d≠ng kh´ng tr©n tr‰ng t´i lµ c∏i cÌ v´ l˝ nh†t
Æ” t´i lµm bÀn t©m ng≠Íi th©n m◊nh.
“Chuy÷n t◊nh” cÒa t´i vµ Æ∂o Æ∑ bæt Æ«u nh≠ th’. Nh˜ng n®m
th∏ng sau nµy, khi tr≠Îng thµnh, mÁi khi cuÈc sËng mang tÌi vµi
“c¨n b∑o”, t´i v…n t◊m tÌi mÈt hn Æ∂o Æ” gi„ vµ s„ng ÆuÊi m‰i
nÁi buÂn Æi, l†p Æ«y kho∂ng trËng Æ„ bªng b◊nh y™n.
Cn bπn, bπn sœ ch‰n n¨i Æ©u Æ” gˆi gæm t©m t≠, h∑y chia sŒ
vÌi Travellive n’u bπn t◊m Æ≠Óc mÈt hn Æ∂o b◊nh y™n cÒa ri™ng
m◊nh nhä!
Th∂o Nguy‘n
Managing Editor
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TRAVELLIVE
One Friday afternoon, my father picked me
up after my music lesson, brought me home
to get some clothes and personal stuff before
driving eastward. After parking our car, he
bought two tickets to a small island. I hadn’t
planned to say anything, but upon arriving at a
quiet wharf, I couldn’t help but ask:
- Where are we going, Dad? You know I am
sad, so why do you take me to such a deserted
place?
- I want to bring you far away from sad things
you have in the mainland. I’ll te ach you how to
say bye to them, girl.
Isolated
from the
mainland,
islands
and islands
resorts are
the best
choices for
those who
are seeking
tranquility
this
summer.
We dived with fish, crying with the ocean. We
stood on high cliffs, letting the sea breeze wipe
out all my stupid sadness. How magical it was!
I seemed to forget what had upset me. I just
wanted to lie under the coconut trees, reading
my favorite books. My Dad was right. It’s
stupid to let my beloved ones down because
others don’t respect me.
That how my love story with islands began.
Time passed, I’m mature now. Whenever the
life gives me “a storm”, I travel to an island so
that winds and waves can erase my sorrow
and fill my soul with tranquility.
What about you? Which place is your
“soulmate”? Share with us when you find your
own peaceful island!