The values of "I care for you, I love you, my son" is, passed through the behaviors of this, migrant worker who made, barely enough to survive in this country, and, he's, richer than the majority of those, in their business suits, because he held true to the values of providing for his own young, of being there to care for the child, watching him grow up every single, day, the father is PRESENT in his young son's life, and that's, worth, MORE than ALL the riches in the world! Translated…
There is the four-year-old young boy with dark complexion in the mill where I work, his father is the Thai migrant worker, Zhong, his mother, a widowed Vietnamese migrant. They weren't married, and lived in the woman's older sister's home, but, the children from the lesser backgrounds couldn't afford to get placed in the afterschool programs, with mom working, the child had nobody to look after him, and so, the mill owner can only, agree that Zhong take his son to work.
Early in the morning, the young boy, with his sleepy eyes, showed up with his father, Zhong bought a serving of breakfast, for him to eat, he went to work. After the breakfast, the child stayed in the corner, quiet, playing with his, toy car. During the spare time in his work, Zhong handed his son a tablet to play the games on it, and taught him how to play the games, he'd always called his son "baby", you can tell he loved this child dearly. The boy would get naughty and start to run around, Zhong worried that the boss of the mill might get angry, told him to stop running around, picked up a hanger, told his child to behave himself. And before the hanger landed on the young boy's body, he'd started, pleading, "don't hit me, don't hit me please!", the child was fearful of the authority of the adult, seemingly, he was, afraid of his, father, but, if he'd not seen his father for awhile, he'd gotten nervous and worried, would start searching for his dad frantically, crying aloud, "dad's gone! Dad's gone!", until everybody in the mill helped him find his dad.
showing his young son the ropes on how to operate the machines...photo from online
At lunch break, Zhong paved a cardboard box onto the floor, told his son to lie on there to take a nap. But the boy is very energetic, didn't feel tired at all, with his eyes, opened wide, and the dad always had to coax him, to try to soothe him, and even, scold him for a very long time, until the boy finally, goes, to sleep.
Once, Zhong used the cotton gauze that the factory was throwing out, made it into colorful wreaths, one on his boy's head, the other, on the child's body. Then, he'd picked up his phone, took a shot, told his son to say "Yay" into the camera lenses, said that the photo is to get sent to grandma and grandpa back in Thailand, I'm guessing, this was the homesickness that Zhong felt for his hometown. The boy's dark complexion with the wreaths, it'd made him looked like the native tribesman of Thailand, the child was dressed up like never before, and he'd appeared, very, cute, and Zhong, who'd frowned a whole lot, smiled, and at that very moment of time, I believe, that they were, happy.
Seeing how the father-son pair interacted, I'd felt moved to tears, and that moving feeling came surfacing up. In the richer modern day society that we live in, most families, their kids have everything, snacks, toys, but as the child of a migrant worker, born into, the hardships of life. But what's worth noting was, no matter how hard life is getting, they're still, able to find the bliss in their ordinary lives. Dear child, I hope you will, grow up happy, safe, and sound.
And so, this young boy is RICH beyond the ordinary means, he has a loving father who'd spent time with him, caring for him, and that's, worth, WAY more than all the materialistic CRAP that we modern day people, who have more than enough to get by, buy our children.
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