Childhood

My husband was born in a small town in Vietnam. When he was 10 years old, he had to help his mother to trade.

Every day, he had to get up early under his mother's loud yell. Before the sun raised, they must cross through the small town and arrived farmer's market between Vietnam and China.

There, they spent some money to buy various merchandise. My husband's responsibility was looking at articles and waited for his mother to trade with farmers. When they finished shopping,they shipped these merchandise to their town in hurry.

In town, my husband's mother owned one booth. She used it to wholesale or sale merchandise feeding her children. She worked as a businesswoman very hard. But my husband didn't understand, because he wanted to go outside to play with his friends. So, sometimes, he felt angry and hated his mother.

One day, his mother bought a group of chickens and called him to feed them with leftover crop and rice. My husband was very unhappy. While his mother didn't pay attention at him, he caught a chicken and opened its beak. At once, he put a bowl of crop into stomach of chicken. The chicken couldn't breathe air and resisted him. Swings hit the floor to make loud noise. My husband's mother stared at him and asked:" what are you doing?" He was very scared. He broke into a run before his mother caught at him.

That day, my husband couldn't eat dinner. Because unfortunately, that chicken died!