The Fat Land Of Golden Spoon Part 2
“Oh how generous this American man is! I wonder how life would be living in that fat land. The land of gold and freedom. Those people born with gold spoon in their mouth. Lucky to live such wealth. As I suffer in such poor life. Ain’t I gonna get their someday.” Rotha talk to herself.
Both Rotha and her son walked home as Sai await for Rotha home. “Hi Sai, what can I do to help you?” asked Rotha. “Oi! I just want you to quilt something for me for my sister daughter birthday. So how much?” Replied Sai. “No problem, I can do yours free as you are my friend and have helped me plenty!” replied Rotha.
Both Rotha and Sai were in great conversation until Rotha son fell hitting his chin on the dirt crying from trying to catch wild rabbits.
“Oi! Buddha! My baby! My charm! My beloved child! Oh no Oh no! Ah ah ah…hmm…don’t cry…okay okay…everything okay….oh oh oh….baby,” said Rotha as she trying to calm her son from crying. Sai played peek a boo to cheer Rotha son and along came Rotha daughter Namol home from school. She said, “Ma! What you got to eat?” “Stir fried rats and beetles” Rotha replied.
Namol went in her room and throw her stuff down, back out she went without caring to help her mother. She has discourage her mother in front of her visitor. Rotha was very upset from her daughter view.
“You see? My daughter is like a pot of uncooked mud fish. She stink everywhere she goes. I’m feared for her as she get older. Her attitude yet cannot I bear,” complained Rotha. Sai was speechless and couldn’t share her thought upon Rotha daughter but shook her head.
Rotha then handed $15 that she owe Sai last night and then her son Chan went missing after she looked away from him for 10 minute. “Ah Chan! Ah Chan! Oh my beloved son, the love of my life, where have you gone! Where have you gone!” cried Rotha frantically. Screaming continuously and running like one maniac in panic for her son. She search from one place to another calling out villager to help find her missing son. Hitting her breast with her fist, pulling her hair out from her head, crying continuously, and screaming her son name AH CHAN!
The villager found Rotha son falling into a ditch of mud hole. She rush to her son hugging him, slapping his cheek, pinching his cheek, twist and turning him around, patting his head and but hoping to see if he’s not injured. Chan started to cry because Rotha was doing it to hard which cause him physical harm. The neighbor found the little boy suffer such abusive consequence and try to save him from his freaked out mother. She finally stopped and gave him a warm hug. She asked her son to not lost himself again.
“You cause such trouble for me. Wandering around falling into that pot hole of mud! Ain’t you learn how to be careful! You murder me inside and can’t you give me one moment of peace!?!” yelled Rotha as her son walking holding his mother hand frowning.
Sai continuously shaking her head and say, “What a mother! First she’s worried and now she’s angry. One time she bless him and now she curse him! Oh poor Chan. You are born to a crazy mother!”
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