Faith - Athon

He asked the man with the trophy on his waist, his pitiful face. “What did you do to earn such a trophy?” He didn’t know how to answer the cowherd’s question in a scholarly way. He looked back at the cat. The events replayed in his head, one after another.

How do you become a running champion?

To answer that question, let's go back to the beginning.

That day is a day when parents give good things.

That day, he was lying on the porch outside the house without losing sleep, his eyes closed and he was relaxing. It was the village's pagoda festival, and the sounds of bells, drums, and running races were all around, but he was still being soothed by the divine harp. He wasn't interested in the pagoda festival either.

I don't even watch running competitions because I'm afraid I'll get a sprained ankle. I want to eat rice with my mouth because I'm afraid I'll get a sprained ankle. I'm not good at it. Now I'm sleeping in front of the house because I asked him to buy me a bike and he wouldn't buy it.

Even though he is not outstanding anywhere, he is not able to write a letter that is superior to the one he is attached to. Even though he is the son who was raised by his parents, he is the kind of son who is constantly instilled with the idea that he must leave home at any time.

Job satisfaction.

If you have parents, there is food, so there is no heat. Since your parents cannot sit still, you are born with a hard job, so you will be fed all your life. You will often find it. As a child, your only responsibility is to feed them. If you do not eat when you are young, your parents will force you to eat. Now, when you grow up, you will not be able to eat.

If the parents are dissatisfied,

"I didn't ask you to give birth to me, I didn't ask you to give birth to me. My father and mother looked at each other with a big smile and said, 'I don't want to feed you anymore. Don't do it. I'll lose my inheritance and get nothing.'"

Even a young man who threatened his parents with those words and then came to Zim with luxury was beyond his time.

Now, they can't help but look at their playful, born son with envy,

"My son was born with a limp, his arms are already as long as his arms, let alone a job, he's barely seen walking on the street. He's not even going to school yet, so he's going to the countryside, so he's afraid of getting sick, and I don't even know where to put him."

The father is not satisfied with his son's luxury.

"Father, sleeping with a pillow is a luxury, why are you attending the Buddha festival, Father?"

I just couldn't hear the conversation going on next to me.

"Oh, you're the only one who can say that. I don't want to be an inch taller than my father. I want to be a month taller, right? My parents feed me half-eaten food, and then I'm always stuck in that same mess. Who would want to be a white person? Hey, what's wrong with you being born with talent?"

"You slept well, Dad."

"Hey, you son of a bitch, my son, I'm sorry I'm going to have to kick you, that's not being outstanding, being lazy is just being lazy, being outstanding is something that everyone recognizes, so don't call yourself outstanding like that, you've never even walked a good path, your parents will just tell you to stop."

"That's why I said, 'Buy me a bicycle.'"

People are nothing, and even if their parents say so, they're still a bit of a jerk.

“Aung Ma, I have to buy you a bike, right? What have you done that is so special that I should reward you? What have you done that I should reward you for? Now tell me.”

Veda's head was erect. His head rose exactly two inches from the waist.

"If I win a prize, will you buy me a bicycle?"

"I'll buy it for you. Your father has already bought you a bike since you won the prize."

Veda's face softened. "Really?"

“Aung Ma is the one who doesn’t trust his parents, is that really true?”

"So what?"

Veda got up from the couch and left. His father, U Nibo, was surprised by this.

“Aung Mae, Aung Mae, why are you walking on the streets? The world seems flat. That mother and son are walking on the streets. I’ve seen them before, so come and see.”

He was surprised to see his son walking.

U Nibo expects nothing from his son who has nothing.

"Father, father, father"

U Nibo ran out of the house at the sound of his son's frantic cries.

"Hey, what's up?"

U Nibo was amazed by the sight he saw. Veda ran down carrying the trophies. He was so happy,

"Hey, look, I got some prizes, buy me a bike, buy me a bike."

U Nibo was even more surprised when he saw the trophies, shields, and medals thrown onto the stage.

"Hey, these are these"

"I've just won a prize, don't do anything like that. If I win the prize, I'll buy you a bike. Now I've won it, take the money out right now."

The son, Lim Ma Pipi, robbed his parents of a knife. U Ni Bo and Zawai Zawa,

"These are these"

"I've been talking about the competitions at the pagoda festival for a long time. I've got money, I've found a bicycle, I'll have to go buy it quickly."

U Nibo, who never imagined that his son would be so talented in sports, was left in a state of shock.

"Try it, buy a bike"

"Oh, cool, what if I have to buy it now?"

He was so happy that his son, who had never been so strong in his life, had received the medals.

“I have to take it, hey, I got the prize for my mother and my son, I congratulated them with a red chicken at home.”

"Gig"

The most important thing is to talk. Is it the red chicken that is playing? I don't know if it is the mother who is playing, because I have heard something I haven't heard before. Each one of them has found a way to play. However, I still can't care about my wife's love. The love of my son is still there.

U Nibo opened the money box, trembling with joy.