Mr. Dung, 42, is the CEO of a well-known real estate group. Successful, rich, famous for being a rational and cold person. Few people know, behind that glory is a deep wound that he has hidden for more than twenty years.

That year, Dung was also a final year student majoring in economics. He fell in love with a girl named Ha – gentle, studying pedagogy. They used to dream of a small house, a garden and childhood laughter. But then, when Ha became pregnant, a big event happened: Dung was forced by his family to study abroad unexpectedly because his parents objected to that relationship. That trip lasted a long time, and I couldn’t get in touch. When he returned, Xia had already left the dormitory, leaving no trace. He searched in vain, finally believing that she had left and… do not retain the child.

Many years later, Dung succeeded, but there was still a void in his heart. He did not get married, only plunged into work and volunteer activities. Every year, he awards scholarships to poor children overcoming hardship in remote areas – partly to make up for what he feels he has lost.

That year, at a scholarship ceremony in the mountains, he suddenly noticed a 9th grade girl named Vy. Her thin face, bright eyes, and polite manner made him feel strangely familiar.

Vy lives with her mother in a house with uneven leaves. In a short meeting, Vy said that she liked pedagogy very much, hoping to become a teacher like her mother in the future. Mr. Dung smiled, touched by the girl’s energy. He decided to separately support all tuition fees to go to university.

But then a strange thing happened…

Once, his secretary accidentally sent him detailed records of students who were awarded scholarships. When it came to Vy’s part, he was silent.

Mother’s name: Tran Dieu Ha.

Every word seemed to suffocate his chest.

He immediately went back to the village where Vy lived. In the small house, the woman he once loved was sitting sewing clothes under the light of an oil lamp. Xia looked at him, stunned. The two were silent for an endlessly long minute.

– “Why didn’t you say anything… all these years?” – he choked up.
– “Because at that time, I thought… He chose a different path. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

Vy stood at the door, looking at the two adults in a daze. Mr. Dung looked at the little girl – for the first time – with the trembling eyes of a father.

– “You’ve missed too much… But from now on, allow me to do the right thing, to do it… my father.”

From that day, Vy had another father. And Mr. Dung – the man who thought he had it all – finally found the deepest part of his life. Not money, fame… but friendship, flesh and blood, a little girl with eyes like him—eyes that he had dreamed of countless times for more than twenty years.