Elis stood at her family's shop, watching the world transform into a kaleidoscope of colors and scents. Her grandmother, Bà, a petite woman with silver hair and a warm smile, joined her, holding a bundle of yellow apricot blossoms. "It's time to start making Banh Chung, my dear," she said, her voice a gentle reminder of tradition.
Elis watched her grandmother expertly fold the leaves around the filling, her fingers nimble and practiced. "Why do we wrap it this way, Bà?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. "It's like wrapping our hopes and wishes for the new year," Bà replied, her eyes twinkling with the wisdom of many Tet celebrations.
Elis gently cleaned the altar, her movements reverent and careful. Bà stood beside her, lighting incense sticks and murmuring prayers for their ancestors. "We honor them, for they are always with us," she said softly. Elis nodded, feeling the connection to her past and the strength it gave her.
Elis and her grandmother moved through the throngs of people, their arms filled with bags of Tet essentials. "Look at these beautiful lanterns, Bà!" Elis exclaimed, holding up a vibrant red lantern. "They will bring warmth and light to our home," Bà agreed, her face alight with joy.
Elis sat beside her cousin, Minh, a lively young boy with an infectious smile. "I can't wait to get my lucky money!" he said eagerly. "Remember to say good words and wish everyone a happy new year," Elis reminded him, echoing her grandmother's teachings.
Elis stood with her family, her heart full of hope and gratitude. "May this year bring us all health and happiness," Bà whispered, her voice blending with the crackling of fireworks. Elis nodded, feeling the promise of new beginnings in every sparkling light above.
