Khin Hnin Yu - A Song of Longing in the Flower Field

Maung Swe Tin had heard all sorts of legends when he first arrived in Yangon. For him, it was not wrong if the circumstances allowed him to have a kind of mythical attitude in his mind.

It wasn't because his mother and father were very rich. The perception that he was the poorest in his family allowed him to start his life through the door of good fortune.

The father was not very pleased. He wanted his eldest son to be endowed with the qualities of a pioneer among his siblings. He knew that his son did not possess those qualities. It was not that he did not have them at all.

As a father, the words "Ba Myo Bo Tu Cho" (the same as the father's) are used to describe a father who is not particularly talented or has bad character. He knows that if his eldest son does not meet the required qualifications, it will fall on his head.

"Even if your daughter is sick, look at the beautiful cow, not the beautiful cow," is a phrase that is often used to hurt the mother.

Oh, really, isn't the class of parents a class that is not comfortable on either side?

We have to feed them until they grow up. We have to educate them. We have not finished educating them yet, we have to find them a spouse. If they are poor, it is okay. If the parents are rich, it is the parents' fault if they do not share the inheritance. Even if they cannot accumulate a lump sum of inheritance for their livelihood, they should invest some capital for a livelihood. This class of people is innocent.

If a child commits a crime due to some bad karma or bad character in life,

The parents will be charged with the crime of not complying with the duty of "preventing evil and guiding good." The charges will be filed.

In any case, Ko Mya Zaw is not wrong if he does his duty to the best of his ability.

They put their eldest son, Maung Swe Tin, through the high school in Kyaukse Township where they lived. Swe Tin failed the 10th grade and did not go to university because he failed the B.A. and B.A.

Ko Mya Zaw opened a tea shop near the bus station in their town, and his wife opened a salad shop. With this income, Swe Tin was able to send Ma Ping Ma Pan to high school. Swe Tin had two daughters and three sons under him. The word “Ma Ping Ma Pan” was not a word for Ko Mya Zaw and his wife, Ma Sein Aye, but a word for Swe Tin.

For Ko Mya Zaw, working at a tea shop is not tiring. What about for Ma Sein Aye?

A pile of clean, yellow noodles, a pile of white rice noodles, a pile of crispy bread, a pile of clear, white boiled beans, and a pile of red boiled potatoes, all these delicious dishes are arranged on a porcelain plate to make the morning meal a happy one. It may seem like nothing at first glance, but it is a very laborious task.

Ma Sein Aye wakes up at 4 am to prepare the daily salad. She cooks. She fries. She grills. She makes coconut milk for noodles, boils catfish for noodles, prepares noodles, prepares oil, chops green onions, and parsley. She also does other small chores. Ma Sein Aye's two little daughters, who are not yet old enough to help their mother before dawn, run to school at 7 am. One is in grade 6 and the other is in grade 5.

The three younger boys grabbed their own plates, ate coffee and crisps from their father's shop, and ran to school.

Until now, my eldest son, Maung Swe Tin, has not woken up from his bed. Looking at that situation, it is not unusual for Swe Tin to pass the matriculation examination (or high school) with a double B.

Sometimes, Ko Mya Zaw would criticize Ma Sein Aye for not being disciplined enough for her son, and would scold her. But when he saw Ma Sein Aye's bright smile and bright face, starting work before dawn and working tirelessly until closing the shop at two in the afternoon, he didn't want to upset Ma Sein Aye any more with his scolding.

And he understood that he was the one most responsible for his eldest son's affairs.

Both of them were wealthy couples who had a beautiful and peaceful past. After the war, they had not returned to paid employment and had opened a tea shop. They were not an uneducated, uneducated, and ignorant couple who did not know the moral obligations that parents and children should have towards each other.

Now, Ma Sein Aye has kept the beautiful golden umbrella she wore throughout her young life in a corner of her old house since it was ruined. She had traveled with the same umbrella that she had made with her husband's own hands. Therefore, Ma Sein Aye did not want to be disturbed or bothered by anything about her eldest son.

He sent Swe Tin off to his friends and colleagues in Yangon, each with a letter of introduction. He had to send his son to the end of the river. It was his responsibility to send him on the road, and whether he continued or not was Swe Tin's job.

Ko Mya Zaw's loyal comrades are still loyal to their great comrade. They have not given up. We, as the sons of Comrade Mya Zaw, welcome him with joy and heart.

The letter was addressed to Comrade Pe Thaw (now Major Pe Thaw). Although he was enjoying his life as a major, he did not forget his beloved Mya Zaw. Therefore, when he received Mya Zaw's letter from Swe Tin, he read it with joy.