Only lived on earth for 13 years, and never exceeded the weight of 5 kg, but since 2015, Dinh K’r has lived the last 5 years of his life in the love of teacher Dang Van Cuong’s family, in love. the love of the whole community, those who have known me, have heard of my special case.
K’in-law is literally a tiny baby. In my case of “can’t grow up”, there are no more than 5 people in the world, but in Vietnam, K’r’s grandson is the only case.
Born into a poor family of the H’re ethnic group on Go Da mountain, the story that K’r could not grow up made his family and neighbors panic at first. But then, everyone soon realized, I’m just a special case of physicality. My parents’ family loved me. Neighbors loved him, even though he didn’t know how he would develop. Until he was 8 years old, fate allowed him and teacher Cuong to meet at the Son Ba ethnic minority primary school. Since then, K’r-in-law began to lead a different life, just like any other normal child, although he could not be a child with normal development. From 2015 to today, when he passed away, K’rup had really happy years. I lived in the love of my parents, and especially, of Mr. Cuong’s family, a family of teachers who accepted him as their child, treating him as their own child. Another happy thing is, the two children of Mr. Cuong and his wife love K’r very much, his younger brother always calls him brother. I have been watching clips of this strange baby’s daily activities, and found him to be very normal. K’rook plays soccer, K’r flies a kite, K’rung plays with his friends at Son Ba school as a member of the school. Going to classes regularly, even though he can’t learn words or speak fluently, K’r has understanding, and especially, love like other normal children. The whole community, from Quang Ngai to the whole country, has known this very cute little baby, and has loved him not only because he is special, but because he is an ordinary child who happily accepts love. everyone’s love.
“Treat me like a normal child”, that is the first message of K’rung to everyone. In the last few years of his life, he was able to pronounce the word “Mother” for the first time, for his adoptive mother, teacher Cuong’s wife. I call “mom”, and know how to squeeze her feet when she works a lot and has pain in her feet. I not only know how to receive love, but also know how to give my love. That is the second message: “Love is giving and receiving”.
Medical professors in Hanoi, when Mr. Cuong hugged him to Hanoi for a check-up, said privately to Mr. Cuong: “You can’t have a long life, because this is the default case of this disease. But if you love me so much, I will have a happy life.”
And not only the family of Mr. Cuong or the family of K’r-in-law, but the whole community has given him the most love. I lived my years of real happiness, like every child my age received from my family and loved ones. I can’t speak, but my expressions say that I’m an emotional child. I can sing when I’m happy, cry when I’m sad, just like any other kid my age.
Today, I returned to my hometown Go Da in the tears of all those who loved me, of Mr. Cuong’s family, of the people of Go Da village. Only lived for 13 years, but Dinh K’r-in-law has had a happy and peaceful life.
And this is the last message she sent back to us: “All will go away, only love remains”.
Goodbye baby!
