I lived alone, in difficulty but still tried to borrow money to raise an orphaned child I didn’t know. More than 10 years later, I sent him to college and then he disappeared without a trace. I was old and bent over when I went to the bank to pay the debt and was surprised by what the staff said about this amount of money…\n I lived alone in a poor countryside, without a husband, children, or relatives. I worked hard all my life in the fields, living frugally. \nThat year, on a rainy night, I picked up an abandoned child in front of the temple gate. He was still red, wrapped in an old, soaked towel. No one claimed him, so I took him in. \nI named him Minh – hoping he would be smart and bright. Raising a child who was not related by blood was difficult, raising him in poverty was even more difficult. I borrowed money from all over the village, then borrowed from the policy bank to pay for his education. \nThere were days when I only dared to eat white rice porridge, so that he could have a box of milk, a new notebook to go to school like his friends. Minh grew up, smart, obedient, quiet. He didn’t call me mom, just \”aunt\