Happy Father's Day!

Perhaps each of us carries a sentence from our father that we will never forget.
For me, it was:
“You must be good at English if you want a future.”

Back then, I was just a carefree 6th grader running around the schoolyard. I didn’t understand what “future” meant. All I saw was how strict my father was – and in my childish admiration, I simply obeyed.

My father had studied in Russia during the 1980s. He knew firsthand how vital foreign languages were. He knew that without them, life’s path would narrow, opportunities would slip away, and dreams could easily remain just dreams. His words weren’t meant to push a little girl to chase grades; they were meant to plant in me a belief in knowledge – that if I wanted to go far, I needed to learn more, understand more, and overcome the limits he once faced.

Years later, when I grew older and bold enough to argue back, I asked him to let me study English seriously, to prepare for studying abroad. His answer was firm:

“No!”

I was angry. I thought he didn’t understand my dreams, that he was too rigid, too old-fashioned. But as time passed, I realized: that “no” was not rejection – it was a father’s worry. He feared his daughter would chase illusions, walk into a dead end, stumble in a stormy world. My father loved me in his own way – quiet, sometimes stern, but always with responsibility and care.

And yet, his love never stopped at “no.” He never said “I love you” like in the movies, never hugged me every night like Western dads often do. But he silently stood behind me. Whenever I made a big decision – to change direction, to study harder, to walk a different path – he was the first to lend a hand.

I still remember him traveling from Quảng Trị to Đắk Nông, shovel in hand, building a dirt road leading up to HamaVillage.com – where I began to plant my dream of a sustainable farm with avocados, coffee, pepper, and durians.

My father never wrote a Facebook status, never spoke sweet words, but every drop of sweat that fell on that road, on those fields, was proof of a love deeper than a thousand words.

My father has six children – two daughters and four sons. I am the eldest. Unlike many rural fathers of his time, he thought differently:
- Daughters must go to university, so they can later teach and raise their children well.
- Sons must master a trade, earn a living and support their families.

Because of my father, whenever I see a middle-aged man, I don’t just see a customer. I see a hero – the rock of his family, both materially and emotionally. I see the builders, the laborers, the silent men laying the foundation of society with their hard work.

Today, on Father’s Day, I want to write not only for my father, but also for all the fathers out there. Men who speak little, who are sometimes strict, who sometimes make us upset, but who spend their entire lives sacrificing quietly for their families.

Thank you, Dad – for the lessons that became my compass.
Thank you, Dad – for believing I could go further.
Thank you, Dad – for always being the steady shoulder I can return to.

And I know, my father never needed fancy words. All he ever wanted was to see his daughter happy, healthy, and living a meaningful life.

Happy Father’s Day!

Father’s Day Appreciation

To honor this day and share the love, I’ve prepared a small gift for my customers:
From September 6th to September 10th (or while stocks last), every order will come with a special Father’s Day gift prepared by me.

Let this gift help you send love to your dad – the greatest man in your life!