Kanbalukhin Maung Swe - One Sun, One Moon and Other Short Stories

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A sun

In my mind, I have defined my father as a sun. That's right. My father is a sun. The sun is hot. It is drawn into the circle of negative thoughts, saying it is burning. My sun is not like that. I want to label it on the positive side, saying it is warm, bright, and brave.

I wrote an essay about my father when I was a high school student. My Burmese teacher, U Kyaw Thein, liked it so much that he gave me a full score. Twenty points. I was happy at the time. Not because I had to write about my father and present it. But because I got the highest score in the class and stood out temporarily.

When I was struggling to enter the human world, I remembered my father. When I remembered, I felt sad and could not control myself. I am a writer, more precisely a poet, and I would not like to be included in the list of Myanmar poets. However, I insisted on being included in the list of poets.

I have written a lot. But I have never written about my father. I have written a few articles. I have not included my father. I have written a few novels. They were not about my father. I am a fool. I have been shocked when I looked into the history of literature. I feel regret and weakness. Hmm.....

I didn't write a single word about my father, did I?

My father's story, my father's character, are not unique. They are not unique or different. They are not more prominent than others. I can simply say that he is one of everyone's fathers.

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My father's name is "U Mya Htoo".

Born in a monastery, educated in a monastery. Born in a peasant family. Every person, every person, has a special interest in a particular hobby. That hobby is close to the environment. It cannot overcome the shadow of the environment. A person who walks on the sand will not be fond of swimming. A person born in the sea will not be fond of climbing mountains.

The father's passion develops in accordance with the concept. The father's passion is the first. Selling cattle, buying cows, breeding cows, etc. In the past, people treated cows like toys, and there were many cow lovers.

The one who loves cows is hiding at home - he can't. He is always active and active. My father grew up with cows as a profession. He has crossed the Minwan Mountain with cows. He has crossed the Ayeyarwady River with cows. He has walked for hundreds of miles with cows. He has traveled so much that he has little time in the village. My father does not understand the saying "build a barn in one village". My father knows his friends in every village. He used to go on trips from the village and stay for two months. For my father, rice and vegetables were not difficult.

My father's territory is bordered by Kawlin and Htee Cheung Township in the north, and Shwebo, Wetlet, and Sagaing in the south. However, Htee Cheung Township is my father's land. My father's land. My father's trading market. In the spring, my father goes out to sell and buy cattle. He usually returns before the rains start to fall.

The villages of Doepin, Mezali, Chuntaung, Jatthun Khin, Sinkyun, and Sittan in Htee Cheung Township were strategic locations for my father. The villages of Chaunggui, Thee Ka, Taungpo Hla, Thotin Tat, and Kyauk Pyin in Kawlin Township were strategic market areas.

My father was excellent in one way. He was a good companion. He was always tactful. Anyone who came into contact with my father could not help but admire him. Even the wealthy merchants and brokers from Htee Cheung town would often welcome my father on his farm and let him have his cows in his yard. There was one thing.

My father is not honest, he doesn't have a sense of humor, he only sells good cows. He doesn't handle the kind of cows that are called "underdogs" and "underdogs". If he gets caught, he can't get rid of them. My father's cow is my father's cow.

"If you're Ko Mya Htoo, just pay cash."

That kind of talk was widely used in the Htee Cheung area. It was profitable with cows. It was a job where you could sell a cow in one summer and eat a whole meal, it was a dream come true.

I remember when I was in seventh grade. I went with my father during the summer vacation.

"This...is my son, a seventh grader."

My father was also very proud of me. Although he himself was not very successful in education, he encouraged my education.

I buy everything I need. I don't let anyone down.

"You are a pitiful person, a brilliant person, stay away from my other half, Mya Htoo Yar."

U Aye Maung, a fortune teller from Mae Zali village, said so. The other Mae said it was U Aye Maung's son. He was dark-skinned, tall, and about the same age as me.

"Yes, my son has never failed a single exam, he has passed it consistently, Bo Aye."

My father boasted in a low voice. I smiled to myself.

One day, my father went back to buy a cow from Sin Kyun village. It was raining heavily. When he returned home, the cow was so wet that he had to run away and follow him to Sin Kyun. When my father returned, it was already late at night.

"Son, study hard so that you don't become poor like your father." My father showed me his hardships so that I could study hard and gain strength in life. He gave me a sense of purpose. He wanted me to succeed, didn't he?