Dear brothers and sisters,

A year and a half ago, at the end of the Romantic Road, there were a duck family – five white ones. Their boss was the owner of a restaurant on the Romantic Road.

The first time I saw them, they were one mother duck and four baby ducks. At that time, baby ducks were small, about the size of an adult’s fist. Several months later, four baby ducks became four big ducks. Mother duck took the lead and the four children followed. They looked for food together, then rested together under tree shadow. Every time I saw them, I was happy.

Several months later, the mother duck disappeared. Perhaps their boss sent her to Heaven. So, four duck brothers and sisters lived together.

Several months later, one duck disappeared. Perhaps their boss sent him or her to Heaven. The duck family of five became four, then three, then two.

When the rainy season came, the Romantic Road became the Romantic River, so two duck sisters swam in the river. When the sunny season came, two duck sisters went into our place. They took a bath in the small puddle created from people’s watering plants.

Several months later, there was only one duck walked on the Romantic Road.

That is the story about the last duck. Share with you.

Have a lovely day.

Phạm Thu Hương