The Fat Land Of Golden Spoon Part 3
The villager shook their head and back to what they were doing.
A decade later, Rotha daughter grown to be a well educated woman and able to moved her family to the United State. Namol open a small wedding dress business as Chan is able to go to school and catch up with his studies. Rotha is at home doing nothing, just awaiting for her children back home safe.
“Hmm…living in this fat land is like living in jail. I ain’t got nothing to do but sit my ass here watching this TV fill with strange character and I got no clue to what they were saying. All I see is their mouth moving but words just don’t sound right. I can’t go out farming anymore and I don’t know where to go. I feel like a bird locked in a cage!” Said Rotha.
Rotha then decided to get lost in New York City. She went into a near shopping mall center. “Oh what this? Is this how a well look like in America?” She spoke to herself pointing to a toilet.
Walking around the shopping mall she found a very beautiful white coat. She look at the price and it says $125.99. “Wow! What a rip off! At my country fabric like this cost only $5!” Rotha complain as she walked out the door shaking her head.
Rotha continue to walk around town to get familiar with the place but she forgot one thing, how to get back home. Rotha lost her way down town in New York City. Unable to speak English, she was arrested for acting strange in the market. Her daughter Namol came home and didn’t see her mother. She soon report her mother missing. Later that day she found out that her mother was arrested.
Rotha was in great emotion hugging her daughter and tell her daughter she was very sorry. All she wanted for that moment is to go home. She hate America since America is not her home.
On their way home Rotha was in silent. Namol yelled at her mother in the car while driving back home. “Ma! I tell you to stay home and wait for me. If you want something just tell me and I can get it for you. You always embarrassed me everywhere you go and your such a trouble maker! You cause so much trouble for me throughout my life and your wasting my time!”
Rotha was very upset and angry. She burst in tears yelling at her daughter. “If I trouble you too much Namol, why did you brought me to this filthy land in the first place? I was fine where I live until you brought me here! Embarrassing? Wasting your time? Oh don’t you ever speak such language to me! I raised you since you’re as small as a seed and I never felt embarrassed after all the good and bad things you have done!!”
Namol argued back to her mother, “You weren’t embarrassed? Sure! Whatever! Did you mean you were shamed of me? You always complain about me to your friend. And all those abused you have done to me and all the foul language you have said to me, you think I was not hurt? You never treat me like I was your daughter, all you treat me was that I shamed you! You know what ma! Forget about it! I bought you food, clothe, and everything that you needed, why are you still a problem? Do you know that New York City is big and there is a lot of unsafe people? Lucky I found you in jail, what if I found you dead?”
Rotha lost her voice after what she have heard. She was in a moment of silent and came to realize how worry her daughter felt upon her. But what she didn’t like was the wording of her daughter saying. She speak as she swallowing up her tears, “ What if you found me dead? What are you going to do about it? I know this mother here have cause you much trouble…I’m sorry, so I was your pain. Thank you that you bought me food, clothe, and cherish me with your hard earning money, but was it for love? Everything I do for you, as a mother, nothing meant more than to have her daughter grow up with greater knowledge than herself. Nothing is more dangerous than comparing to her own children. I can die with a bullet in my head by a stranger, but from my own children, I won‘t die with my eyes shut. If this old woman here trouble you too much, you can stay and let me go back to Thailand; a place I call home. I don’t want to live like I’m hiding from police. And you don’t have to visit me, just come when I’m dead!”
Namol was very angry with her mother. She slam the car door shut and then yell at her mother, “If you want to leave so much, then be my guest!”
The final words that came from Namol mouth have ache Rotha heart. Rotha walked right into her bedroom in silent and didn’t say a thing. When she got to her room, Rotha fell to her knee and painfully cried.
Chan came home from school and knocked on his mother door and asked if his mother was okay. Rotha got herself together and normally tell her son that she is fine. “Can I come in mom?” asked Chan. “Hold on honey, I’ll be there in a sec” she replied while drying her tears with a towel. She straighten up her clothe and put a fake smile on and greet her son like nothing really happen.
“Mom did you cry? Is there something wrong?” asked Chan. “No son, something just went in my eyes…I’m fine. So how is school? You think you can catch up with the American kid?” asked Rotha. “Umm…It’s pretty hard. I don’t speak English so well and those American kids laugh at me” replied Chan. Rotha than softly explain to her son adding some inspirational thought for her son, “Chan, let them laugh. These kids are no better than any of us. They may born with gold spoon in their mouth but you my son, you are born with silver spoon and that silver spoon may become gold someday. Just keep your faith strong and study hard. Nothing in this world come easy dear…it’s all come from hard work!”
Chan was very happy because his mother always bring faith in him whenever he felt hopeless. He hug his mother and tell his mother how much he love her. Rotha has a light tears forming her eyes. She then tell her son to go shower and eat. Taking a deep breath, Rotha decided to leave her children behind and go back to Chiang Mai. She notice that she doesn’t fit in America like she thought she did.
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