Old Mrs. Lan was already 70 years old, living with her eldest son and his wife in a spacious house in the city. During the day, she often sat on the porch watching the traffic, occasionally chatting with neighbors. Everyone thought she had a happy, comfortable life. But behind closed doors, the truth was entirely different.

Her daughter-in-law, Hanh, constantly scowled and complained, calling her a “burden” and saying that “old people only bring trouble.” Her son was always busy with business and usually stayed silent, letting things pass. Many times, Mrs. Lan wanted to leave, but out of love for her son and grandchildren, she endured it all in silence.

One night, she overheard her son and daughter-in-law arguing:

– “If Mother keeps staying here, who’s going to pay for her nursing home later? You need to figure it out!”
– “Why don’t we just sell her piece of land back in the countryside, and save that money for her care?”

Her hands trembled as she listened, her heart tightening with pain. That land was tied to her entire childhood, and it was the legacy she had always intended to pass on to her children. She never imagined they would calculate things to such an extent.

That very night, around 2 a.m., she decided to run away. The doors were locked, so her only option was the back wall. Using the last bit of strength she had, she tried to climb over. Her frail hands clung to the rough edges, her knees scraped and bleeding, but she gritted her teeth and pushed on.

She didn’t know where she would go—only that she had to leave the place once called “home.”

As fate would have it, a thief happened to be lurking nearby. Seeing the old woman, he lunged to snatch the small bag she clutched to her chest. Terrified, she fell to the ground—just as a beam of light swept over them. It was Mr. Tùng, a neighbor who drove a truck for work in the early morning.

Mr. Tùng rushed forward, chased the thief away, and helped Mrs. Lan up. When he asked what happened, she could only choke out:

– “I have no place to live anymore…”

Shocked, he immediately brought her to his home to rest. By morning, the story spread across the neighborhood. People crowded in front of her son’s house, demanding answers. Her son’s face turned pale as he ran to beg his mother to return, but she refused. In front of dozens of witnesses, she broke down in tears, revealing all the months of humiliation she had endured, and the crushing pain of hearing her own children talk about selling her land to pay for a “nursing home.”

Silence fell. Many couldn’t hold back their tears. Her son collapsed to his knees, apologizing and regretting that he had stayed silent while his wife disrespected his mother. Hanh kept her head down, unable to face the condemning stares of the crowd.

The story shook the entire neighborhood. Everyone shivered at the thought: a mother who sacrificed her whole life for her children had to climb over a wall to escape—right from her own house.

In the end, her son decided to bring her back to the countryside, rebuilding a small home on the land she had always cherished. He promised to care for her himself from then on, never letting her suffer again.

From that day forward, Mrs. Lan was finally able to smile in peace. And the story of the 70-year-old mother who climbed a wall at midnight became a heartbreaking lesson for the whole neighborhood—that true filial piety lies not in words, but in how one treats their parents every single day.