Gia đình họ đã sống rất hạnh phúc.

Gia đình họ đã sống rất hạnh phúc. Những ngày nghỉ, họ thường cho con đi chơi công viên, dạo phố. Chị dắt tay con trai đi trước, anh thong thả đi đằng sau.

Chị luôn nắm tay con thật chặt. Lúc nào chị cũng nghĩ đường phố lắm người nhiều xe, lại còn bọn trẻ mới lớn tự xưng “anh hùng xa lộ” lạng lách như điên. Cứ nhìn thấy chúng, chị vội bế con đứng nép vào bên lề đường, hoặc rẽ vào một cửa hàng nào đó chờ cho chúng đi qua.

Một lần, có chiếc ô tô suýt cán vào con chị, chị liền lăn vào che cho con. Con trai chị thoát nạn nhưng chị bị thương. Đứa con trai nhìn mẹ, khóc và hỏi: “Mẹ thương con lắm phải không?”. Chị chỉ nhìn con cười.

Sau đó, hàng xóm thấy họ ít dạo phố hơn trước. Chồng chị bị ốm nặng. Đêm khuya, không có người trông con, một mình chị lưng cõng chồng, tay dắt con vào bệnh viện. Những ngày anh điều trị, hôm nào chị cũng phải dắt con vào chăm sóc chồng.

Đến bữa, chị nấu cháo rồi đánh nhuyễn, lọc kỹ, bón cho anh từng thìa. Mỗi thìa cháo, trước khi bón cho anh, chị đều đưa lên miệng thử trước, tránh cho anh bị bỏng. Khi đỡ ốm, anh rơm rớm nước mắt, nắm tay chị thật chặt: “Em thật tốt! Anh biết ơn em!”. Đứa con trai cũng rưng rưng: “Mẹ ơi, con thương mẹ!”. Chị vẫn chỉ cười, ôm con trai vào lòng.

Anh được ra viện. Cuộc sống gia đình lại trở nên bình thường. Những ngày nghỉ, cả nhà lại cùng nhau đi dạo phố. Anh còn yếu, chị vừa đi vừa đỡ anh, luôn miệng nhắc anh phải cẩn thận. Khi có ô tô đến gần, chị thường đứng trước mặt anh che chắn, đề phòng bất trắc.

Nhưng một ngày kia, không ai có thể ngờ, gia đình họ tan vỡ. Anh chạy theo cô gái khác. Cô ta trẻ hơn, hấp dẫn và khêu gợi hơn chị. Hình ảnh chị mờ dần trong tim anh. Anh thấy chị không chiều anh được như cô ta. Trong mắt anh, chị ngày một xấu.

Khi anh dọn đi, đứa con trai giữ chặt tay bố: “Tại sao bố bỏ đi? Chẳng phải bố đã khen mẹ tốt là gì?”. Người bố không dám nhìn vào mặt con. Anh ta nhắm mắt lại như để chạy trốn. Hình ảnh ấy đã ăn sâu vào trong ký ức của đứa con...

Rồi con chị khôn lớn. Cậu vẽ rất đẹp. Nhưng có điều đặc biệt, những người đàn ông cậu vẽ đều không có mắt.

Có người xem những bức tranh cậu vẽ, lấy làm lạ, hỏi: “Người này là ai vậy?”.

“Cháu vẽ bố cháu đấy!”, cậu đáp.

Người kia hỏi tiếp: “Sao cháu vẽ bố mà lại không vẽ mắt?”.

Cậu bé trả lời: - Bố cháu không có mắt!

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

The family lived very happily. The holidays, they often give your ride the Park, strolling city. I took my son's hand ahead of time, he goes behind Her child holding hands always

... tightly. From time to time I also thought so many people street car, and great new kids claiming to "Heroes Highway" lang goes like crazy. Keep seeing them, She hastily closing the standing area on the roadside, or turn into a store waiting for them to go through.

once the car almost rolled into his sister, Ms. sailings rolling into cover for you. Her son escape but I was hurt. My son looked at her mother, crying and asking: "my mother loves me, huh?". I just look at you funny.

then, the neighbor found them less city than before. Husband seriously ill. Boo, no childcare, alone I carry him back into her husband's hand, took him to the hospital. These days he treated, would she have to take you in to take care of my husband, sister to

. see finely, then filtered, fed him each spoonful. Each spoonful of porridge, before dressing for me, She has given up her mouth to try before, avoid him from burns. When helping ill, you straw rớm tears, fist her tight: "you're so good! He's grateful children! ". My son also rưng rưng: "MOM, you hurt my mother!". I'm still just laughed, hugging her son into the.

I was discharge. Family life again becomes normal. The holidays, both together walking city. You're weak, you just go do you support as, mouth always reminds me to be careful. When the automobile came close, she often stood in front of the shield, to prevent uncertainties.

But one day, no one can doubt, their families shattered. He ran off with another girl. Her younger, attractive and sexy than her sister. Her image to fade out of my heart. You see you can't pm you are like her. In my eyes, I'm a bad date.

when he moved away, the boy hold hands: "why I left? Isn't that what great MOM praised Dad? ". He did not dare to look at you again. He closed his eyes again to flee. It was ingrained in the memories of children and. ..

Children's growth. He painted very beautiful. But there is a special thing, the man you draw are not available

Have people watching the paintings you draw, overwhelmed, asked: "Who was who?".

"I draw my dad know!", he said. other

said: "why don't you draw me without drawing the eye?".

Boy answered: — he has no eyes!

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

The family was very happy life. The holidays, they often send their children to the park, walk around. She took his son's hand away before he goes leisurely behind. I always hold my hand tightly. She always thought the street too many cars, the new kids are big self-proclaimed "hero highway" zigzagging like crazy. Just seeing them, she quickly picks me cringe at the roadside stand, or turn into a shop and wait for them to go through. One time, a car almost rolled on her children, she immediately rolled into the cover for the . Her son, but she escaped injury. The boy looked at his mother, cried and asked: "I love you, is not it?". She just looked at me smiling. then see their neighbors less than the previous streetwear. Her husband was seriously ill. Late at night, unattended children, a husband carrying his sister back, handed him to the hospital. These days he treated, on which she also led the right to care for her husband. Arrive meal she cooked porridge and mashed, filtered, applied to him each spoonful. Each spoonful of porridge, before applying for the brothers and sisters were brought up before oral test, to avoid burns him. When help sick, his eyes brimmed with tears, holding her hand tightly: "You're so good! He said thank you. " Son also brimming: "Mommy, I love you." She still smiled, hugged his son on lap. Kingdom discharged. Family life became normal again. The holidays, the whole family together strolling street. He is weak, you just have to support him, constantly reminded him to be careful. When cars approached, she often stood in front of his face shield, precaution. , but one day, no one can doubt, their families shattered. He runs the other girls. She's younger, more attractive and sexy women. Her image fade in my heart. He saw no way she is like her brother. In his eyes, she a bad day. When he moved away, his son holding hands father: "Why dad leave? Was not a good mother father praised what? ". The father did not dare look at her face. He closed his eyes as if to run away. The image was ingrained in the memories of children ... Then her children grow up. He painted very nice. But there is something special, he drew men have no eyes. Having people see the picture he painted, astonished, asked: "Who is this person? '. "that I draw my dad!" he replied. certain man asked, "Why did not draw announced that draw the eye?." the man replied: - My father does not have eyes!