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The Fat Land Of Golden Spoon- Part 1
“Oh boi, oh boi! I gotta get some water from the well to fill the bucket so I can take my shower! Getting clean up from all the piles of dirt smeared upon me like lotion!” Rotha speak to herself. “Ma! Ma!” her son yelping and running like he has been chased by some hungry bear. “What yah want!” his mother replied. “You got 50 cent so I can buy some roasted rats?” her son asked. “No, instead of buying rats, go hunt for some so we can cook it together son!” replied his mother. “Okay” her son respond. Rushing his way down to the dried field where rats usually hide, he caught a few and put them in his basket ready for his mother to cook.
After her shower, her son return home with about 20 rats in his basket. She skin the rats and roasted it like her son wished to eat. Eating it together with mother and son, her eldest daughter dropped by complaining about school tuition fee. “Mother, I need money for the tuition fee. That is about $15. If I ain’t get it by tomorrow, they ain’t gonna let me stay mom!” her daughter Namol tell her mother. “Well daughter, I ain’t got that much money! I can’t even afford a dollar! Why not you help me out and help me find some money!” said mother. “Nah mom! I got lots of homework and test is coming up too. I ain’t got time for that. You just gotta go find some money so I can go to school.” said Namol.
“Where the hell can I find money for you by tomorrow Namol? I ain’t no money maker machine! You want me to rob the bank to benefit you? You ain’t helping much! Your brother is five years old and I can’t afford him school!” Mother argued. “Well its all your fault that you have to feed him mom! If you can just save that and don’t feed him it would have been fine! Just go find $15 than everything would have been fine!” Her daughter rudely respond to her mother.
Living through a stressful part of her life, Rotha decided to go out and sell as many quilt as possible to make $15 for her daughter. All she thought about was her daughter success. Nothing else meant more to her was to cherish her daughter life. She then spot a great friend of hers. She asked her friend if she can loan her $15 to pay for her daughter school tomorrow. Her friend agreed with the loan and offer her $15. That night they had a great discussion about their stressful life. Her friends life wasn’t as stressful as she is since her friend open a Chinese outdoor restaurant. As she is selling hand made quilt for 50 cent each.
“Oi weh! Sai! I’m so tired of all this crap! Single mother workin’ so hard to cherish these brats and all they do to me is complain, complain, and complain. They burry me with piles of dirty clothe and dishes. I gotta work the house like a beaver. I clean the house for a minute and the next minute its gone dirty again. Got a daughter whose 12 but she ain’t worth of shit! She’s spending money like a leaking water! She ain‘t thinking of me as her mother, she treat me like a money machine! I‘m her mother and wish for her successful life but she ain‘t seeing this mother here suffering all consequences to get to where she would live a better life in her future.” Rotha complained to Sai.
“Oi Rotha, children are children! You tell them not to do this but they did it anyway. It’s like teaching a cow how to talk. My daughter is the same as yours. All she think is complaining about no money to buy clothe for school and paying off tuition fee. When she get home from school all she does is polish her nail, do her homework while I’m running the restaurant like some maniac. My son walk home on four leg after a sip of palm juice with his friend and he ain’t doing much helping the family. As his mother, I suffer to cherish them!” Sai expressed her feeling upon her part.
Both Rotha and Sai were in deep frustration about their children. Continue sitting down on the dining table, the sky was quite dark but the flash of city light has lighten up their town, Chiang Mai. Rotha decided to walk home for the day and continue her quilt selling for the next morning.
That next morning she gave her daughter $15 to pay for the school cost and Rotha goes out selling quilt again. Her son came along with her stood by her side helping his mother selling quilt. Her son ran off to the other side of the street asking an American man if he can buy some quilt. The American man bought the boy quilt and gave him a few tip. The young boy was very happy and ran to his mother. “Ma! Ma! The generous American man offer me $2 tip!” He excitedly telling his mother. Both mother and son were so happy to have two dollar tip and thanking him repeatedly.