The story of mine took place when I was a kid. I liked to go boating a cross the SaiGon river to see my Grandma. She lived in a garden full of fruit-trees. It looked like a Jungle, a jungle of tree for fruits to us. And tide of water goes up and down into the drains in the garden. They made a vivid living for many Fish, Crabs, and Frogs and Birds of many kinds. We seemed to be burried in the joyfullness of ourselves. But there was one thing we didnot like much. That is when the bells from the church stroke and made lot of sounds at 12 o'clock. Our grandma called all of us to gather in the house for prayer The Angelus. She was easy to get angry, really angry to us when we got into the home so late to her call. Whatever we was doing, we had to stop and ran as fast ast we could how to get into the house for praying The Angelus. That was terrible thing... for being late :(
When time went by gradually... we grow up then turn into men. We were busy with schools and jobs and forget all of the good memories. She read The Angelus alone with angels in her mind and in the sky. :( :(
Now we grow old, all the things return in my mind, when the sound of bells were heard, when the shadow of midday spreads on the ground at 12 o'clock... we remember the days, the days of kids... The Angelus once takes place in my lips then. To God we pray for His Mercy ... To Saint Mary we pray for the Souls in the fire.
"Oh Grandma, Hu Hu Hu :( :( :( I lost You. I lost all of sweet things From You, Just keep A Thing That We Used To Hate The Most, When We Were Kids -- The Angelus --- But now It turns to be the sweetest of all in my life..."
When The Angelus is read on my lips I remember you... Grandma. I feel very sweet like candy for the kids, like a sweet thing for the old man look like me now...
Hu Hu Hu :( :( :(