A fence that humans used their brains to invent

and intended to use both hands to create it

Although tall and strong

How tight is it?

It cannot be compared.

A fence that humans can build using the thin threads of their hearts alone.

Regardless of whether that fence happens........

.......intentionally.......

.......or not.......

fence

Afternoon sun It radiated across the area, passing beyond the room's window. Its heat greatly disturbs the working atmosphere. The light almost reached the small desk of the young female teacher that had been carefully placed in the teacher's room. This room is in the corner of the largest building in the school.

“Damn, is school going to end again? The director is in a hurry with his work.” Her voice murmured in her throat before she got up to close the small glass window on the west side of the room.

Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of something beyond the school's barbed wire fence. It made her let out a big sigh. and immediately averted his eyes from there She hurriedly turned her side to the window and raised her slender hand to pull up the white lace curtains, blocking the hot light.

Importantly, at this time, only seeing through this lace curtain could conceal the image she had just glimpsed. And it worked like that. Curtains always do their job well. The female teacher sighed again. Her hand reached out to pick up the remote control for the air conditioner and immediately ordered it to do its job. Before she returned to sit at the same desk and work diligently according to her duties and according to the orders of her superiors.

After a while, the air in the room began to feel cooler. But the young teacher's heart was even hotter than when the air conditioning had not been turned on. She felt like she couldn't breathe easily. Concentration that used to be focused on work Now it has disappeared into the image that was outside the barbed wire fence a moment ago.

“Damn it, Grandma, are you going back yet?” she asked herself as she got up and hid behind the curtain, peeking open the edge of the curtain to look at the old woman who was just now standing with her head craned out, looking for someone outside. School barbed wire fence And then she smiled happily. The old grandmother had disappeared from there.

“I'm sorry, Grandma,” she moaned in exhaustion. He walked back to his desk and sat down to continue working comfortably.

The air conditioner continues to do its job faithfully. About five minutes later, the young teacher's work was completed as planned. She stapled a few sheets together before slipping them into a binder and handing them to another teacher who immediately forwarded them to the school director.

That's all for today's urgent duty. When everything was in order, she walked slowly back to the teacher's room as before. Before opening the door to enter the room, I had to look outside the barbed wire fence again. This time, there was no old grandmother standing there.

“Wow...so comfortable,” she thought to herself and immediately opened the door to the teacher's room and pushed herself into the cool room. And then the young teacher was stunned. When she saw that her co-workers were already sitting in the reception chairs in the room, In fact, the matter of the co-worker coming to visit is not an important issue.

But it was her business that made her stunned for a moment. In her hand was a medium sized plastic bag. There were five small packets of snacks inside. And that friend said that he said An old grandmother gave it to her. Of course, it's not anyone else. That grandmother was that grandmother standing outside the barbed wire fence.

After the co-worker has left the room She placed the bag of snacks on the living room table. Now almost all the students have gradually returned home. Only some older students remain at school to volunteer to help the teachers after school. Therefore, you can be sure that the teachers will definitely deliver these children back to their homes safely.

The young teacher went to put the things that were scattered on her desk into place. The necessary items were put into her beautiful handbag. As for student workbooks and other belongings, she put them into a large basket and prepared to take them home with her this evening. Everything went slowly, there was no hurry.

Until it looks neat and ready for the trip home. In less than ten minutes, it would be time for the teacher to return home. Some fellow teachers began to carry their bags out of the office. You too However, her belongings seemed to be more than the other teachers, so students volunteered to carry them to help her. When the loading was finished, the young teacher gave Grandma's snacks wrapped on the living room table as a reward.

While driving home The young teacher strangely recalled the face of the grandmother who owned the dessert. Grandma Korn used to serve as the girl's guardian. She got to know Grandma at the end of last semester when she visited students' homes. Even though Miss Jaja is not a student in her class.

But Jaja's house is far from the houses of the other students in her class. But it was the way to the house of a student in her class. Therefore, she agreed to accept from a fellow teacher the responsibility of visiting the little girl's house in place of her homeroom teacher. That was the starting point for the young teacher to get to know Grandma Bua Long, who was caring for the little girl at that time.

And I don't know why she felt so warm when talking to Grandma. After that incident, she liked to find free time to visit Grandma Bua Long regularly. There were many times when she was in distress that she could not express to anyone. She always chose to sit and tell Grandma Bualong.

And every time Grandma Bua Long has good ideas to help her make conscious decisions. This Grandma Bualong also did not know for what reason she had such a crush on her. To the point of telling her his own history with all his heart. Make her know

Grandma Bua Long Kae was originally the daughter of the village headman of a village in Prathai District, Nakhon Ratchasima Province. When she grew up to be a young woman, she married a young man from Chum Phuang. At first, the man left the house to live with the woman in Prathai District. But not long there was a quarrel with the father-in-law over the only buffalo plowing the field, but the son-in-law had not yet finished plowing the field. The father-in-law lent it to a villager first. This caused the son-in-law to be dissatisfied with his father-in-law's actions.

So he decided to take his wife and escape to his house in Chum Phuang District, Grandma Bua Long had to move house to live with her husband. Since that day, Grandma Bua Long has never returned to visit her home in Prathai District again.

The young teacher decided to turn the steering wheel of the car and turn back along the route leading to Grandma Bua Long's house. She had made up her mind that no matter how she lived or died today, she had to tell Grandma Bua Long the truth. At least this old grandmother will get over it and no longer have to waste time walking through the afternoon sun to wait and look around the school fence.

She drove smoothly along a familiar dirt road. It is a small road surrounding the village. The condition of the road has potholes, some small and some large, enough to keep travelers excited at every stage of their journey.

“These are the colors of a traveler,” she thought of reassuring herself. When traveling here, I tasted the potholes of this road for the first time. I remember that time. She almost vomited because of the dizziness from steering the car to avoid the potholes on this road.

It didn't take long for the teacher's two-year-old beautiful white car to safely pass through hundreds of potholes. At this distance she could see the old, decaying bamboo fence that marked the boundary between The private area where the sufficiency economy garden house was built in the style of villagers and the road and alley area around the village are in front of us.

She didn't hesitate to steer the beautiful car into the border of the peaceful garden in front of her.

When passing through the elderly bamboo fence, enter the area of ​​the house. She drove past the first large, luxurious house that stood tall. Then we passed another low-rise modern house that was built on the same plot of land. She stopped the car on a grassy field the size of a basketball court.

It is in front of an old-fashioned wooden house, only slightly larger than a rice field. By visual estimation, this wide area should be the center of this plot. This meant that there were three houses built together on this five-and-a-half rai plot of land.

“It's that big daddy's place, teacher. My parents divided it up to make a living and a living. Come here and there's nothing here. Big Dad is a hard worker, doing farming, gardening, and planting areca nuts for him. If you don't die quickly, I won't have much trouble at all,” Grandma Bua Long told the young teacher in a sad voice when they first met.

“Grandpa, has it been a long time since you passed away?” She couldn't help but ask.

“Since I was seven months pregnant with my youngest daughter. I was lying down and crying. In those days, traffic was really difficult. Than Chi went to Hod Hospital. The doctor said that he had died of acute heart failure. In our area, they call it "Lai Dai", the grandmother answered and told the cause and moment of her husband's life.

“Is this your mother?” she asked, thinking that This should be information for studying the family background of students. But I didn't think that her question would make Grandma Bualong laugh a lot.

“It's not the teacher's flowers. That lady is my grandchild.” Grandma paused for a moment to catch her breath and continued.

“My youngest daughter. What country is it in Sweden now? He got a foreign husband. At first, he thought he would use the money to build that house for him,” Grandma said, pointing to the largest house on this plot of land and the first house next to the road and alley around the village. Grandma smiled when she saw the young teacher looking at her with interest and continued on:

“When he had a child with breasts, he took him and moved him to his own country. It's said that over there little Manji is good at languages. He brings his children to visit once a year. But in the last four or five years, it still hasn't come. It says that being a husband is a difficult job. By now, the little ones from that group have probably all grown up and become young men and women.” Finishing her sentence, Grandma looked at the large house with no one in it. It was the loneliest sight of an old woman she had ever seen in her life.

“But it's still good that I have Jaja here as a friend. This kid is talkative. Being at school is cute. I'm a good girl and kind to others.” She tried to talk about the talkative girl she and her grandmother knew. In case it helps relieve Grandma's loneliness a bit.

“Yes, teacher's cushion. Amen. I pity him. Please give me some merit, teacher. His mother is an orphan. Mother Ikwantaka is my grandmother's middle daughter. When he was a young woman, he went to work as a seamstress in Bangkok. It's not even a year yet and my husband has returned home. It's like they came together to build that house and live together."

Grandma said, pointing at the house next to the main house. Grandma sighed heavily before continuing.

“Until the birth of Nang Kaewta Mae In, that little lady has been around for more than two months. Both the husband and wife were shot dead. They say they sell horse medicine. Grandma herself didn't know the story of Khao Dok, a dead person and couldn't get it back. So I was able to raise my grandmother's sweetheart,” Grandma Bualong said in a calm voice, as if she had no signs of distress. But Grandma's words stunned the listeners for a moment.

The female teacher turned off the engine and tried to gather as much courage as she had before opening the door and stepping out of the car. She looked around the area. I couldn't find the owner of the house, but I could hear someone watering the vegetable garden in the distance. She assumed that it must be the voice of the old woman who was tending the garden behind the house. She didn't hesitate and immediately called out the person who had made the sound.

“Grandma, Grandma, Grandma Bua Long, are you there?” Pak called out. His eyes searched for the owner of the house. Both of her feet moved as she appeared to slip into the back of the old wooden house. But in the end, all she could do was stand there and shout out to Grandma Bua Long.

"Teacher Pa, Grandma is in the garden. Come in and have a change of shoes." Grandma Bualong's voice shouted clearly from the backyard.

She wasted no time in turning around and returning to the car she was driving in. She opened the driver's side door and quickly bent down to find her slippers. Less than three minutes later, the young teacher, wearing a knee-length work skirt, wore blue sandals and walked slowly down the small path that the owner of the house used as a walkway into the garden. She walked smoothly all the way to the kitchen garden behind the house, following the location of the owner.

“Hello, Grandma. Why are you so diligent? Aren't the old people in this house resting?" Seeing the old woman busily doing gardening, The young teacher then greeted the old woman with the same phrases that both sides were very familiar with.

As soon as she heard the greeting from the visitor, the old woman stopped her hand from the task in front of her. He turned and smiled, showing her gapped teeth as a greeting.

“Teacher, hello.” Grandma raised both hands in greeting.

“Ouch, Grandma, have I told you for the thousandth time that you don't have to pay respects? You'll soon have a short lifespan."

“It's okay. That afternoon, Grandma brought snacks to give to Mrs. Jaman. I didn't see Teacher Grandma, so I asked Teacher Pu Ying to bring it to me again,” Grandma hurriedly said.

“I see, but, um, Jaja won't come to school today. So I gave it to the older kids who helped with the work.”

“It's okay. Whoever eats it is good. Why don't they let their children come to school? Or is he afraid that grandma will go play with the child and not know the teacher?” Grandma said, half-complaining to him like a person who felt hurt.

It means Kaewta, the orphaned granddaughter that Grandma Bua Long raised since she was a baby. When he grew up, he was sent to study beauty in the province. But there was a young military conscript from Roi Et who secretly courted and lived together until they had a baby together. When the soldiers were released, they returned to their home with Grandma Bua Long.

But then due to necessity and expenses Kaewta then sent her husband to Bangkok to work in a factory, arranging that when the daughter grew up to be of school age, she would leave Grandma Bua Long to take care of her alone, and she would follow her husband into the city together. But less than half a year later, we heard the news that a former conscript from Roi Et was secretly hiding a factory girl next door to her room and living together in secret.

Kaewta was the one who closed this story by giving an ultimatum to separate from the father of her child. Without any remaining ties of people who once loved each other anymore.

Kaewta raised the child alone for almost a year and decided to marry again with Mr. Jok. A young man from the northern country who has just returned from selling hard abroad. with a dowry of fifteen thousand baht which was enough for a young widow with one child like the apple of my eye.

After the marriage, Mr. Jok was the one who moved into Baan Kaewta because he would be able to work in the garden and help Grandma Bua Long. But what is surprising is From the first day of stepping into the house The Grail never picked up anything substantial. Every day I find trouble getting drunk or hanging out and talking about this and that with my neighbors.

At first, Grandma Bua Long thought that this grandson-in-law made sense. She knew that she was new and knew how to approach her neighbors. But as time went on, Grandma Bua Long began to dislike her because her grandson-in-law was so busy getting to know the neighbors that he didn't do any work. When it was time for him to watch over the Grail Garden, he went to sleep and watch over it all day without watering, tilling the soil, or taking care of anything.

This causes Grandma Bua Long to always complain. Hearing of her beloved granddaughter made the Kaewta girl dissatisfied with her grandmother who always bullied her beloved husband.

The last time was two months ago. Jok got drunk and hit his stepson because Jaja wouldn't let him hold him. This caused Grandma Bua Long to come forward and scold Mr. Chok harshly. When Kaewta returned from business, Mr. Chok sued her saying, Grandma Bua Long refuses to allow her daughter to accept her. Kaewta became very angry at Grandma Bua Long when her husband invited her to live with him at home.

So Kaewta didn't hesitate and immediately took her child with her to her husband's house at Khum Nuea. He also forbade the child from seeing his grandmother.

When that happens Grandma Bua Long had to ask the young teacher to help her take a souvenir from Grandma to her little granddaughter. Every afternoon, Grandma Bua Long walks through the hot sun, bringing buttermilk snacks or fruits that her grandchildren like as gifts through the young teacher. In the beginning it was good. But last week Kaewta came and asked to meet a young teacher at school. Along with telling the young teacher to stop doing this, she doesn't want her child to accept a souvenir from a grandmother who is only waiting to destroy her family's life.

“Kaew, please tell Grandma Bua Long as well. Don't mess with Kaew and your child's life. You don't have to have souvenirs. You can raise your own glass. Let me think about it. This person's eyes are already dead. Whichever angel came to invite Kaew to come back and live with him, Kaew didn't go. Teachers are the same. If it doesn't stop, Kaew will sue the director.

That the teacher is too involved in our family's affairs.” Kaewta's words caused the young teacher to have a hard time being a matchmaker for her grandma and grandchild. Seeing the girl's expression of not accepting the package of snacks from her made him even more sad.

"Teacher Kha, Mae Kaew won't let me take things from the teacher. Mae Kaew will hit you. Mae Kaew won't love you." Words from an innocent child. still ringing in her ears But how can I tell Grandma Bua Long? The hearts of old people are very fragile. If the old woman were to know that the granddaughter she raised Now she has lost all affection for this old grandmother. How will Grandma feel?

The young teacher looked at the old woman carefully. Try to weigh and measure your weight. Between telling the truth and keeping it secret, which will be more beneficial to everyone's hearts? Finally, she thought of it.

“Oh, this old man thinks a lot. No one is that callous.” She tried to comfort the old woman in front of her. She took a moment to catch her breath and continued.

“Right now, when I'm angry, it's normal. Wait a while and if he cools down a bit, it will be better.”

She said that in her heart she prayed that it would be like that. I hope Kaewta can think of it soon.

“I said it like that. Teachers go to live there and not their own parents. Ija is not his grandchild. I'm worried about it. I'm afraid that he doesn't love him.” Grandma poured out her concerns to the foreign woman. causing her to secretly sigh But she tried to hide everything in her heart very well.

“Grandma, Grandma's garden is really beautiful. What a strong old man.” She tried to change the subject.

“No one takes interest. It's been a long time since he came to collect that house. It's been almost a month and we haven't seen any yet,” Grandma said, pointing her hand towards the house surrounded by a high wall next to Grandma's house. That's not anyone's house. It is Aunt Sai's house.

Aunt Sai is Grandma Bua Long's eldest daughter who married a repairman. Later, Aunt Sai's only daughter became a teacher in Bangkok, so she borrowed money from the bank to build a new house for Aunt Sai to live in, to honor the mother of a Bangkok teacher. But this house has very high walls. From the time when I could look up and see each other,

Now the wall of Aunt Sai's new home has separated the eyes of mother and daughter as if they were on opposite sides of the horizon. Once in a while, when it's close to the day when the old people's living allowance is paid out. Aunt Sai will then cross the wall to pick vegetables at Grandma Bua Long's house. Of course, what she takes home over the wall is not only organic vegetables.

“The teacher took it to eat. I'll pick it up for you,” Grandma said, sitting down in the vegetable patch.

“No need, Grandma, today I'm going back to Maha Sarakham on Friday. I don't think I have time to cook." The young teacher hurriedly declined out of consideration.

“Oh, then it's even better, teacher. I took it to my old lady at Da's house.” The old woman didn't give up either.

“Thank you, but I'm considerate. Can I get these flowers instead? Madam, you woke up late. It's beautiful.” The woman immediately turned her attention to the flowers. Because she had already estimated that it would not be later than this Monday. Aunt Sai must definitely come to pick vegetables from the garden. If Grandma's real daughter couldn't come, Vegeta would probably secretly scold her.

“Oh.... Ji gave me vegetables and refused to take them. Do you want flowers, teacher?"

“Yes, Grandma, Grandma's flowers are more beautiful than any house I've ever seen.” She hurriedly flattered when she saw her opponent follow suit.

“Ma'am, you woke up late. I found it to plant and Ija liked it, so Grandma grew it and waited for it. Now there's a lot of it. You can take it and give it to the teacher. You can take a lot of it. Then Grandma Ji will help you with the plucking.” With that, the two women of different ages diligently helped to pluck the tree of Mrs. Wake Late.

The young teacher then bid farewell to Grandma Bua Long. Before leaving, she didn't even bother to talk indirectly to the old woman to come to terms with the matter of the little grandchild's gift.

“I'm back, Grandma. Please take care of your health.”

“Come to school this Monday, right, teacher?”

“This Monday is a compensatory holiday for Makha Bucha Day, Grandma. Classes open on Tuesday."

“Then that's enough. Wait, what if? On Tuesday, Grandma Ji brought foreigners for you. It's not yet ripe yet. I leave two to Teacher Deng.” Grandma pointed out the large-fruited guava that Grandma had grown and was preparing to ripen on the tree.

“Thank you in advance. But Grandma, it's not difficult at all. Another thing about Jaja is that, uh, Jaja hasn't come to study much lately. So I'm not sure if he'll come for many days off like this or not." She stuttered. Not quite full sound

"It's okay, teacher. Don't think too much. If you don't come, you can leave it with someone. Grandma doesn't mind at all," Grandma Bualong hurriedly pointed out. It was an announcement that he would definitely go.

“If that's the case. It depends on Grandma's comfort." She emphasized again.

“Have a safe journey, teacher. Go well, Your Highness the Raksa.” Grandma Bualong gave her blessing at the end of the young teacher's parting.

The young teacher returned to her car and headed out of Grandma Bua Long's house. She sighed heavily. In the end, she couldn't tell the old woman the truth as usual. Thinking about it, in the end the person who was most distressed was probably her who seemed to have no interest in this matter at all. If Kaewta can think about it and stop being angry at Grandma soon, it will be good.

Grandma's souvenirs will not be halfway through. The young woman tried to stop thinking about it. You should let everything take its course. Whether it's slow or fast, let it be the burden of merit. But it's not so easy. All the way, she thought only of that wrinkled face mixed with sadness. again and again

“Grandma, if you really can't handle it. I'll have to tell Grandma soon." She moaned with her own thoughts.

When you reach your hometown A young teacher spent her holidays arranging to plant the Khun Nai Tuen Sai tree that she received from Grandma Bua Long. Meanwhile, I thought of the person who had withdrawn it from me. Some thought of the face of the child she was familiar with. Some were the faces of the apples of the eyes with eyes full of pride. The faces of the three people shuffled around in her mind.

“I can't take it anymore, I have to tell Grandma,” she promised herself.

The young teacher divided Khun Nai Tuen Sai into a few trees. Then carefully planted it in a small pot. She planned to take it to treat her at school. Once this small creature grows well, it will be given to the little girl who is the heart of both women. This could bridge the rift between the grandmother and grandchild.

A cold night creeps in The female teacher hid herself in a large blanket. Strangely, she still felt cold. In her imagination, the story of Grandma Bua Long came up again.

“Why do you keep thinking about this?” she mentally muttered to herself. A story that doesn't seem to relate to her at all. But for the past few days, it had been lingering in her mind more than anything else. Maybe it was because what she wanted to say was still unresolved. This time, she had made a firm decision.

However, she had to find a way to say what she wanted to say. Thinking of ways to start speaking many times. But she still couldn't think of anything. What will Grandma be like now? When Grandma knows the truth, what will happen to Grandma? These questions repeated in her mind over and over again. Until it was nearly light, the young woman fell asleep due to brain fatigue.

A bright holiday morning has arrived. The young teacher ejected herself from the bed as soon as she regained consciousness. The first thing that came to mind was that she had to get ready to go back to work. It's really strange that even though she really wants to go home, why does she want to go back to work when she gets home? She didn't hesitate to pack everything into her car before it was even 1 p.m., and of course

She would never be able to forget the small pot that the old lady had woken up late and replanted in it. When everything was settled, she hurried back to the office.

Three hours later, she arrived in the small district of Nakhon Ratchasima. which is her workplace There were a few souvenirs from home that her mother left for Grandma Bua Long. Even though I only listened to Grandma Bua Long's story through her daughter. A frugal person like her mother had the heart to find many souvenirs for this lonely old woman.

She tried to debate again whether she should go to the lodging first or take a souvenir to Grandma first. In the end, she chose the latter.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening. The young teacher turned her car through a small alley in the village. Turning along the same wrinkled dirt road to head to Grandma Bua Long's house. If possible, today would be the day she would say what she wanted to say. But in the end, she could only park her car and look outside the old fence.

The large house that Grandma once described as Madam Mia Farang's house had a few large cars parked there. The young woman assumed that it was probably the car of Grandma Bua Long's daughter and her friends who had returned from abroad. Next door, there was another house with lights on. Kaewtaa may have returned home. The house on the other side of the high wall also looked lively, with many people walking in and out.

Auntie Sai was busy looking for symptoms and drinks. Looking almost to the end of the garden over there, I still saw an old woman similar to Grandma Bua Long bending over in the backyard. Where I used to sit and talk with her. The young female teacher smiled happily alone in the car, thinking in her heart that Today must be a day for the reunion of Grandma's family and grandchildren.

Sometimes people who live abroad come back home to visit, thus bringing relatives together. To ask for news to express condolences Or for any other reason like I've seen other families in the village do as well. This is a good thing. At least Kaewta would be considerate of his relatives and bring his daughter back to their relatives at home.

When that happens The young teacher decided to turn the car back out of the alley. At this time, it would not be appropriate for an outsider like you to bring any souvenirs to Grandma. Nowadays, a lonely grandmother deserves the warmth of her long-lost grandchildren.

"That's good, then I won't have to talk about it causing any embarrassment." The young woman spoke to the small flower pot she had brought from home.

Tonight was definitely a night where she would sleep more soundly than the past few nights. The young woman closed her eyes and thought about Grandma Bua Long's happiness today. Grandma probably smiled, her cheeks widening. Tell this story to your children and grandchildren. The daughter and son-in-law probably sat around on both sides, looking for delicious rice and fish for Grandma to eat. As for the children and grandchildren, they will definitely have to surround themselves and beg the old grandmother.

This is the true word family. She thought for a moment and fell asleep happily. Happy to see that a woman who is like an elder relative will be freed from loneliness.

“Teacher, Teacher, are you home?” a voice called outside the door in the early morning. The young teacher woke up in shock. When I opened the curtain, I saw Grandma Bualong standing outside. She immediately opened the door.

“Oh, Grandma. How did you get here? It's still dark.” The young woman hurriedly greeted the familiar grandmother.

“I brought you a lot of wood. I'll give you one more package, Ja Mandeng,” the old woman said, handing her two small plastic bags that contained ripe, delicious guava.

"And who is Grandma with? Someone who has grandchildren and dresses beautifully." She motioned for Grandma to play as usual. Grandma Bualong smiled a little shyly.

“Today Khao Chi took me to the temple. So dress nicely,” Grandma replied, bending down to pick up a traditional gold-colored silk sarong. Arrange it neatly into shape.

“Now that I have children and grandchildren, I won't have to come and look around the school fence. I'm happy for you, Grandma.” She said to Grandma sincerely.

“Probably not coming, teacher. There's nothing left for the teacher. Apart from asking to see Ijada Teach him how to read so he can survive well,” said the old woman, looking at the young teacher with pleading eyes.

“Oh Grandma, that's my duty. Even if I don't teach, other teachers will still teach. Teachers like us always do their best in this matter,” she said proudly of her profession.

“Thank you very much, teacher. Thank you very much,” Grandma said in a hoarse voice.

“Mom gave Grandma a lot of things. But it seems that Grandma probably won't be able to take it back. Anyway, I'll take it home this evening.” She thought of the souvenirs she brought from her hometown.

"It's okay, teacher. Keep it for yourself."

"You can't. Your mother will kill you. And how will grandma get back? I'll send you off to get dressed in a moment. Grandma came in and sat down for a moment, I just woke up,” she told Grandma, embarrassed.

“It's okay, teacher. Grandma can sit and wait outside.” With that, Grandma walked over and sat on the marble horse in front of the girl's room. Then she herself hurried into the bathroom to tidy herself up. In a moment, the young teacher was already in her work clothes. She opened the door and it appeared. The marble horse was empty.

“Grandma, Grandma, Grandma,” the young woman sleepwalked and woke up at dawn. Oh, I've been talking to Grandma Bualong like this for so long, is she just dreaming?

The young teacher glanced at the small clock on the bedside table. It said that it was almost six in the morning. If she didn't hurry to shower and get dressed, she would definitely miss breakfast. So she hurriedly took care of her own business. Along with cooking food for your own breakfast By the time we finished eating, it was nearly 7:30 a.m. So she grabbed her small bag and walked out of the room.

Arriving at school, the young teacher walked into the teacher's room like she did every day. Strangely, today there were two beautiful foreigners on her desk. But looking at the shape and freshness of the fruit, it must have been plucked from the tree yesterday or earlier. However, she is grateful for the kindness of the owner of these two foreigners.

It wasn't long before the same teacher friend came to say hello as the first person on the working day.

“How are you, Miss Teacher? Where did you go to charge your battery for three days off?” The first question from a co-worker.

“No, I'm going home. There's nothing exciting. Aside from driving back and forth to Korat Sarakham,” she replied with a smile.

“Oh, well, three days is really not enough. But it's probably too long for someone like the young teacher waiting to hear good news,” said the same friend with a smile.

“No, wait a bit, but if you get it, that's great,” she said, laughing.

“Here, I heard the news that The matter has been out since Friday. It looks like the director has already accepted the matter. We should call a meeting no later than today.” The other party let out an excited whisper. Then he stopped to breathe for a moment before continuing.

“Amen, please let me get it. If I get to move this time, I'll raise a hundred pig heads," she said, folding her hands together to cover her head.

“And if I don't transfer this time, what will I do?” the young teacher teased her friend.

“I don't want to do anything, just bear it and continue being a country teacher. Having said that, it's not bad here. But it's too difficult for a fragile little girl like us to endure until we're old,” she said in a small, cheerful voice.

And it was really as expected. When it came to the late morning of that same day The director called a meeting for all teachers in the school. Regarding the equalization of positions and the annual transfer of positions, this year it is known from insiders that this round is an urgent case round. Those who are transferred can be transferred within one month.

And then one of the teachers on the list was a young teacher, who she had written to ask for a transfer position back to her hometown. It is well known that her home province has difficult opportunities to move. Because there were so many teachers writing requests for transfer positions that we had to wait in long queues. Some people can't wait to travel on level ground so much that they have to pay money to pay various checkpoints to get on the expressway to consider moving.

The young teacher herself wrote it and left it without expecting much. I only thought that if luck allowed me I would be able to move as I wanted. Then the one in a thousand chance actually happened. She has moved in with a teacher who is based here. Everyone was deeply envious of her, especially her teacher who was her close friend.

“How lucky. I wrote to ask just once and I got to move. This is us. I've asked for it ten times and there's still no sign of him." She bemoaned her fate. After leaving the meeting room

“It was more of a fluke. If that teacher didn't want to go home during this time, she would probably wait another ten years as well,” the young teacher opened up and told her friend.

“I guess, this evening you have to tell Grandma Bualong that you're moving back home.” She immediately thought of Grandma Bualong.

“What are you telling the ghosts about? Don't you still know? Grandma Bua Long, you died the other day. Today they will be cremated. Your stuff is over there at the maid's,” a wide-eyed female friend told her, amused by the young teacher's naivete.

“Eh, how is that possible? Are you talking about playing? Yesterday, she still saw his children and grandchildren at home preparing for a party,” the young teacher argued.

“Oh, young teacher. What are you going to come and talk about? This kind of thing is not something to joke about. Yesterday was the day of the appointment to receive life insurance money from three or four companies. Also, the daughter who has a foreign husband has just arrived. As soon as we got out of the car, we were filled with relatives and friends from which side we didn't know. That was the other day.

Even your eldest daughter, Auntie Sai, doesn't sleep at home from work, huh?” At the end of the sentence, the storyteller raised his voice high.

“Alas, the other day the girl was still talking to you. What's wrong with you?" she teased.

“I heard that Grandma hits her head on the ground at the end of the garden. As I said, the young teacher is alone and the road is wide. No one knows what happened to many houses. The other day, the elderly living allowance was issued. The village headman announced that he would be picked up at the village hall. But the director didn't see Grandma go pick her up.

I waited all day and didn't see it. The next day, I sat and waited until it was late and couldn't find him. The director wanted to finish his business so they took the money to him at home. It appears that when we arrived, we saw Grandma Bua Long already dead.” The storyteller said in a voice that pitied the deceased.

“And my daughter, does anyone know?” the young teacher asked.

“What do you know about it, girl? And when does your late aunt go to see your mother often? You knew about it when the village headman made the announcement. I heard news that even in the matter of funerals, only nearby people came to help. As for Aunt Sai, she said she was afraid that Grandma Bua Long's ghost would break her neck. Because he never took care of his mother.

So your aunt stayed in the house and showed her face to the villagers when the life insurance company employee came. As for the granddaughter who used to live with her grandmother? Heh...that person didn't even see a shadow until today.” After speaking, there was a sigh from both the listener and the storyteller.

“Oh, foreigners, do you see that? That's what your grandmother left with the housekeeper on Saturday. Said that sometimes in case I'm busy, I'll have the maid bring it to her. Having said that, it's as if you've come to give me an order." The storyteller's eyes lit up and he continued.

“This morning, your maid put it on your table. But regarding the song, you said you forgot it at home, I should probably go back and get it for you this afternoon.” After saying that, the female friend excused herself to continue with her work.

On the afternoon of the day, the sun still spreads its rays across the border, passing beyond the window of the room as always. But today The heat from the sunlight did not disturb the atmosphere in this room at all. Because even though the sun shines, the air in this room is very cold. The young teacher stood between the windows. Her eyes looked down at the school's barbed wire fence.

She didn't even dare to reach out and pull the curtains to obscure this small space like usual. In her hand was a white envelope stamped with the Garuda seal. But she only thought about the black envelope on the desk. Two guava plants and a pot of Khun Nai Tuen Sai still sat peacefully on her desk. The sunlight that shines continues to do its job like that. and continuously according to the conditions of time