A Bowl of Noodles from a Stranger (Translated from a Vietnamese Story) – Author Unknown

Robert Terson

That night, Sue quarreled with her mother, then stormed out of the house. While in route, she remembered that she did not have any money in her pocket; she did not even have enough coins to make a phone call home.

At the same time, she went through a noodle shop, picking up sweet fragrance; she suddenly felt very hungry. She wished for a bowl of noodles, but she had no money!

The seller saw her standing faltered before the counter and asked:

“Hey little girl, you want to eat a bowl?”

“But…but I do not carry money,” she shyly replied.

“Okay, I’ll treat you,” the seller said—come in, I will cook you a bowl.”

A few minutes later the owner brought her a steaming bowl of noodles. Sue ate some pieces and cried.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing. I am just touched by your kindness!” Sue said as she wiped her tears away.

“Even a stranger on the street gives me a bowl of noodles, and my mother, after a quarrel, chased me out of the house. She is cruel!!”

The seller sighed:

“Girl, why did you think so? Think again. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you felt that way. Your mother has raised you since you were little. Why were you not grateful? Why did you disobey your mom?”

Sue was really surprised, after hearing that.

“Why did I not think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel indebted, and my mother has raised me since I was little and I have never felt so, even a little.”

On the way home, Sue thought what she would say to her mother when she arrived home: “Mom, I’m sorry. I know it is my fault, please forgive me…”

Once up the steps, Sue saw her mother worried and tired from looking for her everywhere. Upon seeing Sue, her mother gently said: “Sue, come inside honey. You are probably very hungry? I cooked rice and prepared the meal already, come eat while it is still hot…”

Sue cried in her mom’s arms.

In life, we sometimes find it easy to appreciate the small actions of some people around us, but for the relatives, especially parents, we see their sacrifices as just being natural…

Parental love and concern are the most precious gifts we have been given since birth.

Parents do not expect us to pay back for nurturing us…but have we ever appreciated or treasure the unconditional sacrifice of our parents?


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