hello monday

Happy body, happy mind

Whatever you think, make your wish come true.

healthy

Knowing that he would give him five times the money The brain began to process the moment he agreed with that customer. 750 was the wage that would be received. But when I heard that

“Suppose that if you don't call through the app Then give the younger brother a thousand Can you come and send it to me?”

“You can take my number.” I overdid it more than promised. before receiving the small box with care Cradling it, imagining it was a baby carefully placed in a soft cradle named the back of a motorcycle. Check your destination carefully. He nodded in understanding with determination.

Even if you already know where you need to be sent before you accept the job. But showing professionalism is necessary for building trust with customers.

Sweet Pork! Eat soft! Eat for a long time! The excitement that I had suppressed in front of customers came out as soon as I turned the accelerator for about fifty meters. Under the helmet that was carefully worn and the chin strap was accidentally adjusted too tight, a smile blossomed like fireworks in the sky on a festive night. I swung the car around to curve into a snake that swerved and avoided the line of large trees. Yahoo!!

After graduating, I became the pillar of the house. A pillar that keeps anything from collapsing and hurting my mother. I have no one but my mother. Mom has no one but me. We've been living like that ever since my drunken father left the house and never came back.

Mother took good care of me until I developed a respiratory illness. Mother was often tired and panting. It was the result of my mother's time working in a factory. The unlucky factory didn't even have masks for its workers.

I myself am a stupid person who is not good at studying. Unlucky enough to be born in an era where work is difficult to find, difficult to find, and requires experienced people. So where can new graduates like me and my 60 friends find work?

But the world isn't that cruel. Self-employment (that's what I call it) like Rider is a refuge for people who have no way in life. (but there is a motorcycle)

Even though it's not outstanding, it's waiting for its day to shine. I dream of one day being a wealthy businessman. I will take my mother to travel to Japan. Take you to see Mount Fuji with your own eyes. Eating sushi that tastes bland and sucks Strolling through the Harajuku area Take a photo with the Glico sign in Osaka (I think it was in Osaka) Eating takoyaki and laughing together, just me and mom.

The road to Japan begins with the safe delivery of your important package to its destination.

The car turned a curve down the road, past a housing development, into a lonely area outside the city. I took one cemetery as a landmark on my journey. When he saw the Chinese graves lined up, he turned onto another road. Next is the destination of the package.

I nervously cast my eyes over the old warehouse in front of me. It was separated by a rusted, waist-high sliding door. I don't think anyone is there. Customers themselves say they can just throw the box inside. I wasted no time waiting to see what would come out. Waste no time wanting to know what's inside. I do my duty I accept work to deliver things, I come to deliver things, that's the end of it.

The factory's large steel doors scraped against the floor and shook and roared loudly.

It's the wind! I leaned over to make sure the goalkeeper had stopped his defiant behavior. The iron chain that was attached to it shook slightly in the wind! I repeated this to my brain that was on the verge of fragmentation.

I reached out my arm and gently placed the customer's package on the ground inside the fence. Find a professional angle to take the photo before sending it to the customer to confirm that you have repaid your trust in an excellent manner.

I twisted my beloved friend out and tried to maintain my composure. Even so, my neck often caused my eyes to look back. It was probably in case that something happened next?

Luckily there is no...

"You were tricked into giving me methamphetamine..." he said with a straight face. I thought about that sometimes. But the clear-eyed customer looked so dignified and trustworthy that he thought, no.

“No, who would send medicine like this?”

"Have you ever done it to know how they send it?" I've never done it...for sure. Searching or opening customer parcels is against company rules. Most importantly, it is against the rider's ethics. “As you please. I think it's just strange. It's good to get money.” I just nodded. Just think of yourself as part of the process of destroying the nation.

He's a stupid bastard who's being tricked. Infatuated with money A little more...

But you know what? A little more money might buy time on the weekends for mother and daughter to sit down and eat together without having to worry that if they stop working they won't have money to pay for their living expenses.

Damn it! What exactly is in that box?

Hello Monday

Have luck, have wealth, be happy, have good health.

A flower that appeared to be a cross between a water lily and a sunflower appeared on the phone screen. In the past, I used to send stickers back. When my mother sent it every day, I started not answering. When I saw an interview online that said “Sent this to let you know that I'm not dead yet,” then returned and sent another sticker in response. After a month had passed, he didn't answer again.

Mom is still fine...I know. Even though you're sick and alone, there's nothing to worry about. You can survive, that's what you said.

My duty today is to wait and see if I will have luck, wealth, happiness, and good health.

Being a rider is like fishing. Fishing is like a business. We have to wait for the bait, take the hook, and deal with the aggressiveness of the bait and the terrain with skill. While rotating and peeling the tendon, relax and alternately pull with experience. I suddenly realized that there was a large fish in my hand.

But it all started with having luck, which it seems like there isn't any today. From morning until late afternoon, I just ran 3 jobs while holding 300 baht and a quarter in my hand. The big fish leapt and grabbed the bait.

“I am the person who used to deliver things to the warehouse. Are you free today?” One Thousand Baht asked me in a polite voice mixed with consideration. You don't have to do that at all. This is the way I have to be considerate. We apologize for the delay but we are on our way to you at top speed. The two-wheeled friend spoke in a robotic voice as he swerved past the rusty robot number 37.

that is in the process of transporting passengers Insert yourself through the hot, smoky air between Number 37 and the green and yellow mafia robots. The green freedom was counting down to the units 9 8 7… I soared past it as it turned into a yellow hazard.

The parcel this time was a little heavier than last time. The size of the box also seems to be larger. X-ray eyes peered through the cardboard box and saw a bundle of bubble wrap stuffed with bright orange pills, similar to the vitamin C that he had taken as a child, but darker and spherical, not oval.

It's not my business anyway...it's a good citizen's business. Am I a good citizen? We humans are all gray, aren't we? But...does those X-ray eyes really exist?

What do people send to an abandoned warehouse?

The factory's large steel doors scraped against the ground and shook and roared loudly. It was the wind! You crazy bastard! It's the wind!

I leaned over the fence. Press the word...

“Is there anyone there?” I want my tongue cut out right now. I accidentally relaxed the force holding the package down. It tilted a little but didn't hit the ground. My question hung heavy in the air. There was no sign of the receiver. I watched as the large iron door slowly opened and darkness poured inside. The crows clambering onto the roof tilted their heads, wondering at the strange green-robed humans trying to negotiate the void.

For a moment, my eyes met the eyes of another pair crawling low. In an instant, he slipped behind the door.

I put the box behind the fence and rode my motorcycle out. Don't allow yourself to turn around and look at the creepy warehouse next to the cemetery again...

Once again, I failed because the fear of running after me like a missile in my head was too terrifying to bear. I had to turn around and make sure it didn't exist...

I returned to the room, took a shower, took a breather, and thought about the parcel box and the customer's mischievous smile. Was I tricked into sending methamphetamine? Am I breaking the law? A certificate for an outstanding student in ethics is crying in a dusty wooden frame on the old, decayed wooden wall that made up the once warm home.

Is my mother crying?

What if I get arrested for drugs? How will Mom live? I have no one but my mother. Mom has no one but me. Should I stop accepting work from this client? for your own future

A future that must wait for luck Waiting for a big fish to come on the hook. A future that I can't decide Am I really going to let this big fish go?

Will I let the opportunity fly away when I can hold it in my hands?

I closed my eyes and threw my whole body onto the bed. Think like an intellectual. Looking for the best solution in the dark

And then fell asleep...

“The plan is like this…” I was playing the role of a detective, telling my assistant about the plan of action. The person in front of me was not Watson, and I was certainly not Holmes. But it seems that my interlocutor is quite interested in this matter. The evidence is that he put down his chopsticks and took away his favorite noodle soup. “Well...I'll send it until they say it's the last box...”

“How do you know there will be the last box?”

“You listen...you listen first...that is, until I earn enough money to stop running for a day or two. I will go back to my mother.” Rider's friend who shared his fate nodded in understanding. “As soon as I finished delivering the items that day, That night, we were going to go to the abandoned warehouse to see what was in the boxes.”

“How do you know the box will still be there?”

“I don't know, that's all I can think of,” I gave in. As I said, I wasn't Holmes and the person in front of me wasn't Watson.

“Ah, I can take it too.” I was surprised because I didn't think that we would be this close. He and I have only known each other for a few months, maybe 5 months. It was enough to know that he was an easy-going person, but no matter what, going to an abandoned warehouse next to a cemetery at night was an activity that sounded no different from ghost hunting.

There is also the possibility that you may meet a group of drug dealers. I'm sad that I thought that if it were me, I wouldn't take it.

This world may not just be about me and mother...

I continued to accept jobs from 1000 baht, admitting that I was probably a bit greedy. I delivered items to an abandoned warehouse about 30 times. After 2 weeks from the first time the customer called, I got called more often. From 2 times a week to 5 days a week. Sometimes I got 2 boxes, one time I got 3 boxes.

Sometimes it's a box so big it almost can't fit in the back of the motorcycle. Sometimes it's a small box that can be held with one hand. Sometimes it's heavy. Sometimes it's light. Alternating and mixing together

You may not be able to travel to Japan yet. But I can take my mother to the beach, sleep in a nice hotel, eat good food for 2-3 days. The remaining money will be kept for investing, starting with selling things online. I think I want to sell second-hand clothes. I saw him say that if you were lucky enough to open a shirt or pair of pants that were a collectible, you would easily get a large sum of money.

I've been lucky lately too.

“Today is the last box. If there is another job, I'll call you,” the customer said with a smile. I could see that he was mourning quite a bit. I, too, mourn. This is the last one thousand baht... I had to get enough. He handed me a package with two gray bills. Yes, I saw two bills correctly. "Today I'm giving you something special."

He said with a sad smile. I accepted it without refusing. I don't want to betray the kindness, kindness, or any feelings that he put into these two banknotes. It's more than just a couple thousand baht. It was the last two thousand baht. I must really miss 1000 baht.

After placing the box behind the iron fence The man looked at the pieces of brown cardboard scattered around behind the fence. Every time I returned to the warehouse, the previous box that had been delivered was gone. After a while, scraps of cardboard began to be scattered on the cement floor on the other side of the fence. Someone must have hurriedly torn it and pulled it out.

Wanting to hold onto what was inside, he couldn't wait to remove the Scotch tape, layer by layer, so he chose to destroy the brown shell, leaving lifeless remains scattered everywhere. I don't think I'll reuse it. He doesn't regret it. He wanted to meet what was inside. Someone is addicted to it. I leaned against my best friend. A hand sends a message to a close friend.

The last box has been sent.” I can't imagine what will happen tonight. I hoped it was just dark and empty.

The factory's large steel doors scraped against the floor and shook and roared loudly.

No, that's not the wind...

I drove out and looked back. I couldn't wait any longer to turn around. I'm sure nothing followed. But I'm also sure that There's something in that abandoned warehouse...

I looked at the message my mother sent through the app. I'm not good at typing. Of course, no one over the age of 50 is good at typing. Most of the text is pictures. Hello Monday, Hello Wednesday, Hello Buddhist Holy Day and all sorts of days decorated with blessings and an auspicious or cute appearance, like this cat sleeping in a puddle among the green grass. Contrast with the fluffy orange fur.

I last heard my mother's voice about a few weeks ago. Lately, my mother has been saying phrases that I have never said before. She said, “You can come home sometimes, son. If working is tiring,” maybe it's because I'm stressed about money. I once told my mother that I didn't earn enough money. Expenses in Bangkok

It is twice as high as at home. I secretly kept the secret of Brother Neung Baht from my mother. Afraid that the mother would be upset if she learned that her son was hired to deliver things that might be drugs. But the thing is, I planned to surprise my mother by showing up at the house unannounced. Plan a trip together and go on a trip together, just the two of you, mother and daughter. I thought so...

The last lingering pain in my heart will end tonight. Tomorrow I will drive home. Travel back to the happiness that you haven't experienced in a long time. Rest, recharge, recharge your batteries, as you name it, and come back to face the challenges again in the capital. Walking on the path of dreams The next time I went back to see my mother, I would secretly hide the plane ticket in my pants pocket and be delighted with the expression on my mother's face after seeing it...

I thought so

The two of us rode our motorcycles, swerving onto the highway bathed in lights, traversing deserted alleys like serpents silently traversing the tree-lined forest. Disguised to blend in with the darkness of the night.

We passed a cemetery on the side of the road. Saw a shadow appear between each hole. There is nothing more than being blind and thinking too much. I don't know what my friend who was driving behind saw, but I could still hear the sound of the engine chasing after me not far away.

I hope that tonight no one will be left behind.

We follow the plan we set out. First, if we find a box lying around, we pick it up and unwrap it with our gloved hands. If we find that it is illegal like we think, we will take a photo of it as evidence. Go and report the matter to the police and tell them the whole story from the beginning and...

If you don't find the box We will cross the fence to investigate if there is anything or anyone inside the abandoned warehouse.

I was sure from the beginning that we would come and explore this abandoned warehouse. This time, the large iron door was sound asleep. Doesn't make a scary noise to greet you like every time Both sides of the warehouse were flanked by large and small trees and overgrown grass. My friends and I flashed the flashlights we had prepared, going this way and that, following the cries of nocturnal animals and insects.

I am a child from the provinces, so I am very familiar with these sounds. But my fellow riders are Bangkok kids. Clearly flustered and worried. But both of our frightened legs continued to do their job.

I grabbed the metal door and pulled hard. I was confused about why I didn't lurk and wait to see who was the one who came to pick up the box from the time the package was delivered. Because they were afraid that if they were caught they would be killed and then buried in the nearby cemetery! And what difference does it make coming back late at night like this? I want to punch myself in the head right here, you idiot! Stupid bastard! Stupid bastard! You're a fool!

I began to loosen my grip on the door. I don't want to know...damn it! But the door swung open easily as if saying hello, welcome. It made a noise instead of the usual moaning sound.

It overflowed. Splashing against the garden Moving with the cool breeze Musty smell Stinks like the rotting corpse of a dead rat imprisoned in a closet. Mixed and mixed up A strong kick to the nose causing him to turn away. I threw the fire in my hand inside. It's empty. There are three or four wooden crates scattered around on the left.

On the right side is a half-body shirt fitting mannequin. Fortunately, there were no frighteningly human-like head or arms and legs. On the ground there was only dust and dry leaves strewn about.

A pair of eyes reflected the flashlight and fled behind a rotted wooden box.

Damn it, I have to go take a look... I walked slowly because my knees were consumed by fear. If I don't do it now, I'm going to run away. I knew it. My friend Rider followed closely behind. I thought I heard his heart pounding so loudly that I thought it was funny. But that's the sound of my own heart!

The thing hidden behind the wooden box moved around. It knows we're here. What will it do next? What shall we do next? I planted my feet in the dark, forcing my hands and lights to focus in the same direction as my toes. Two steps, three steps. I was cautious, not thinking of yelling out questions. If it was something that wanted to communicate back, it would probably say hello or shout as soon as it realized we were here. It might be a word like What are you doing here? Who are you guys!

In fact, it can be any word, it can be an insult, a praise, or an exclamation, whatever the language is. But the thing instead responded with a mysterious, loud voice.

The 4th step, I was startled.

Howling, damn it! He's barking, what a dog! It's just a dog. As soon as I found out, I sped up my steps and rushed over to see if the mystery box behind was what I thought it was.

The mother growled, her teeth bared. Another 5-6 babies crawled on the ground, their bodies covered in dust. Cardboard was strewn everywhere. I saw what looked like a box that had just been delivered at noon today. More than half of it had already been dismantled. Inside was a bone with a bit of meat attached to it. My eyebrows furrowed together for a moment and then they relaxed.

He just wanted to take care of these guys. Maybe I want to make merit and send bones to him all the time. Although it's strange, this is the most reasonable thing. Fellow riders who were running behind saw him and laughed loudly.

“He sends bones to stray dogs for a thousand baht per round.” Yes, he is a strange person like that. I have met many strange people in my life, but this is the strangest time. He probably owned a warehouse or had relatives who were buried in the cemetery next to him. When he saw these dogs, he wanted to make merit. When he thought of making merit, he hired me for a thousand baht a round.

Maybe because they called me for the first time and our fates met or they saw that I was working hard and wanted to help. Thinking about it now, I can't help but respect him.

I walked back out quietly because I didn't want to disturb the young mother. After being freed for some time, the mother dog darted in and out, cautiously hiding behind the wooden box. He probably switches between watching us and his child.

My friend and I drove away without any worries. That cemetery isn't scary. That abandoned warehouse wasn't scary anymore. This time I didn't look behind me again. His neck didn't try to bring his eyes back. I don't want to do that myself. Behind there is only a life of struggle. Adventure the cruel world Met some good people, some not so good. Those in life that must be overcome to find a way to survive, just like me.

It's their luck... It's my luck too that I found a good person like him, a person who may not have the time or need to help others. But he tried his best to help. Even though he didn't get to see the innocent look of delight in his eyes gnawing on the bone he had purposely given him. But I've seen it.

I felt the wind of happiness brushing against my skin. Even though the sun is hot, my mood is as good as if there was wet rain falling inside my heart.

I traveled on a very nostalgic path. I haven't run on this road in almost half a year. Everything hasn't changed much. There will only be new and unusual carts. I said hello to the same sales person.

“Grandma, do you want a new car?” He smiled as he walked out to welcome him.

“Oh, Win, he's grown into a young man. Did you come back to your mother?”

I pressed the keypad on my phone and nodded with a smile to Grandma Taeng next to the picture of Hello Monday. The picture my mother sent this morning was not a pink-toned picture of Hello Tuesday. This time it's a little more special, it's separated by a message.

“My mother lives at Grandma Taeng's shop. Do you want anything? I'll be here in 10 minutes."

I smell the salty scent of the beach. I heard my mother's laughter...

All four wheels crunched on muddy rocks. He was the one who taught himself that the entrance to the house must be kept clean so that the gods of good fortune would want to visit.

Probably because my mother is old. My strength was so depleted that I couldn't clean the house alone. If it weren't for that, Mother would have beaten herself with a rod until her calves were bursting with blood and crying out. Mother must not forgive herself, definitely not.

I live alone in the capital. Running a business puts so much money into your pocket that you can buy a house and a car in the first few years. After that, I started to live myself. I don't have a boyfriend and I don't plan on getting married. I don't want to add additional burdens to my life. As mother said Family is a burden Look like an old father. The old man is a shameless burden.

Because of that Mother has no one but me. I myself have no one but my mother.

But because my mother was my mother, I refused to move in together. Even though I have everything Hiring one or two additional servants to serve Mother would not be a problem. But no matter what Mother refused to come...

But our patience has its limits...

Even though I had to drag myself out It must be violent to the point of committing physical violence. I had to accept my mother to live with me.

Mother fell ill and had to live alone.

Mother lived as if I didn't exist, had no refuge, as if I was alone in a big, cruel world. There was no descendant that was successful enough to take care of itself when the calendar came to the day when the body's body deteriorated.

I was right that I had prepared anesthesia. It makes me less tired every time...

I clean the room Pouring disinfectant Covered with plastic sheets Mother is a clean person. Me too... While pouring the disinfectant again, my eyes fell on the dirt stains. What kind of scrap? I don't remember ever seeing anything like this in my mother's room. When was the last time Mom was in this room?

I bought a large set of medical equipment a long time ago. At that time I prepared it for my mother. Now my mother has used it again. I put my mother down on the bed. Connect the appendage cables to various devices. All cables connect to the mother. Big and small rubber hose These wires are like small canals that keep the mother safe.

I imagined that they would connect their mother to me. I don't remember anything about being in that warm belly. I'll probably be happy. Now I'm happy too.

But do you know what's the most frustrating?

How about mom...

My nagging mother knows everything about me. Remember everything about me But what happens when you're old? My brain is deteriorating. My name is sometimes mispronounced by my mother.

The thing that hurts me the most is that Mom forgets, doesn't she forget? Mom thinks she remembers, all day she keeps calling me every 2 minutes. When I ask what she wants, she will tell me. I want to go home to see my child. Even though I myself have always been there. I just told you that. “I'm right here, Mom. I'm your daughter.” But Mom always looked like she was about to cry.

I don't know how to deal with this. I thought that if I did what my mother used to do when I was a child, it would be good. When I was a child, when I was stubborn and didn't do as my mother said, What my mother will do is Hit me with a rod...

Just imagine yourself holding a stick and hitting the old, gray-haired woman who gave birth to you. I almost vomited. Tell yourself We can't grow up to be an adult that we hate, but you have to know that you can't act like this...

The lightest punishment that can be thought of is skipping dinner...

It did work somewhat. Sometimes my mother acts nice. But sometimes it doesn't...

A habit that cannot be cured is my mother's addiction to mobile phones...

I didn't grow up using a cell phone. What should I say? At that time, all my other friends had one. I'm almost the only one who doesn't have a phone because my mom won't buy it for me. She says it eats my brain. Late at night it probably grows teeth and eats my dreams with gusto. Stuffing emptiness into his skull through his ears.

Those black darkness spilled out from the eye sockets. It crowds into the nasal cavity and overflows back into the respiratory tract before overflowing into the mouth. The tongue was wet with darkness, overwhelming with emptiness that ate away at me until there was nothing left.

Those emptinesses were eating away at her little by little. Spitting the remains of her mother's teeth on the ground...

I have to scrub off those stains every time Mom uses the phone...

Yes, like I said, we will never grow up to be the adults we hate. But I couldn't let my mother make that mistake. Just like my mother loved me and wanted me to grow up to be a good, strong person. I also want my mother to be a good, strong person. But as we grow up, we learn that there is actually more to life than that. Both of us...

I once read that elderly people often think that they are worthless. Keeping the elderly sedentary can create more stress than you can imagine.

I had thought about that before I took my mother to live with me... I made my mother do something. Something that needs to be taken care of Something suitable for mom

Mom pulled out expensive wires and IV tubes. They were overturned and damaged and scattered into pieces on the ground.

“I'm going home! I'm going home!” I myself screamed and competed with my mother on the floor, helpless. Yes, it will be a pity. But I don't know what to do. What should I do?

“Think about when we were children. We ourselves act in such an irritating way that our mothers sometimes have to punish us. But what Mom did was because she loved and cared about us. When I grew up, it was the other way around. An old person is an adult who has returned to being a child.” The doctor said that. It is recommended that if the mother's condition does not improve, she should be taken to see a psychiatrist.

We talk on the phone. They call it online therapy. I feel like I understand more. I might have to be more calm. All in order to be with mother for as long as possible.

We finally found a solution together. I allowed my mom to use the phone as long as she did her job. Mom wants to talk to anyone while I'm around. I think if I do that, she might like being with me.

In high school, I may have been mean to my mother. It was a long time ago but I still remember. I think my mother remembers it too...

Kevin was playing with me on the side of the road when Mom came to pick him up. His face fell when he found out I had to go home.

“Let's play together again tomorrow,” Mom said, opening the car door. I reluctantly stepped up. Kevin didn't say anything, but the expression on his face told me he was sorry for the fun we both had. The car slowly moved, his eyes following the old sedan. We both looked into each other's eyes, I thought to myself.

“We'll meet again tomorrow.”

Most of my memories of middle school are spotty, but only Kevin's is clear.

He was the only color in the faded black and white pictures of when I was in middle school.

I remember most of them being bullied. Mom wouldn't let me get involved with those bad kids. They drink, smoke, and go home after the sun goes down. Those children were possessed by demons and when they grew up they became crazy.

The devil sat studying next to me. Eating lunch at the next table, he kicked the bathroom door with a loud bang like he was hitting it with a hammer. loud noise Sometimes when I'm unintentionally distracted Today it is still popular even after almost 30 years...

By now, those people must have all gone crazy.

I'm lucky to have a mother. Mom protects me from those demons.

But Kevin is not a demon...

We are not in the same school. He often came to play with me in the evenings after school. When entering high school School time ends early. Mom gets off work at 4 p.m. and can't come pick me up right away. So I met Kevin.

I remember running away from those demons because they tried to grab me naked and take my pants off. I got caught once. I've been looking for pants for a long time. They kept it in the teacher's bathroom. I can't remember which floor. They left their hair bare and laughed.

I ran out, and he was sitting there on the pavement, battered from the same teasing he had done. We both gasped. My ears are ringing because of something. Maybe because I ran until my lungs exploded. I've heard that when your lungs explode, your ears will ring. It's like when we're at high altitudes, the surrounding noise is reduced to one tenth.

It makes everything seem dumb. Motorcycles passed by quietly. The wind blew the tops of the trees, shaking each other until the leaves fell and flew... and it was quiet. Hearing it most clearly was the sound of his own heart beating rapidly, on the verge of exploding.

But in front of me is full of smiles...

I don't know why. Kevin smiled and greeted me in a friendly manner. Through body language, he invited me to sit down next to him. “You sit here.” He moved slightly. On the road that doesn't belong to him We sat down together. Tired and panting, looking at the vast sky without a sound.

My heartbeat slowed down to normal.

After that we met often. Kevin likes to play in the woods next to the school. The forest that mother said you absolutely must not enter. But I think that if my mother didn't know, it would be okay. We share snacks. Running and playing along the big trees and grass. I still remember his funny laugh, the way he laughed while out of breath after playing catch. We both huddled in the area covered with branches and grass.

I have a friend and he is not possessed by a demon.

One day my mother saw the two of us. I don't know why my mother came to pick me up earlier than usual that day.

Mother became enraged as soon as she saw her clothes stained with dirt. He rushed over and grabbed Kevin by the neck. Lifted until he was floating in the air. Kevin moaned incoherently. But he knew he was in pain. Mother grabbed a stick that had fallen nearby and hit him without stopping. Hit and hit again and hit again. One hand held on tight and wouldn't let go. The stick swung and struck, and struck again, and struck again, and struck again.

“You've ruined my child!” Mother shouted at Kevin, who was slowly twitching. He was bleeding. I didn't know what to do. He was bleeding, flowing down onto the ground covered with branches and grass. Where we were trampling and crying a moment ago

I grabbed another piece of wood on the ground and swung it...

She fell sideways on the ground. I hit and hit and hit again. Everything was only a tenth of the sound. My lungs exploded. I could only hear the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest. Sometimes when I'm lost in thought, I still hear it loudly even though it's been almost 30 years. The wind blows and the leaves sway against each other until the leaves fall and fly...and it's quiet. Hearing it most clearly was the sound of his own heart beating rapidly, on the verge of exploding.

It's as if everything is going mute...

Luckily, that day, someone had more than just a few bruises...

After that day, my mother allowed me to play with Kevin in exchange for me studying hard and being a good kid. I thought it was unfair to negotiate a bit. I want Mom to take care of Kevin. She hurt him. At least I need to take care of him. I don't think Mom said anything. Even so, I knew that my mother said yes. She was a good person and that no demons were possessing her.

But they say good people die quickly. But that's not the case. When Mom was sick, she still went to take care of Kevin. Always bringing little snacks to share with us, Kevin always smiled and greeted us. He was happy to see both of us. I'm happy too.

The three of us went through rough times together. I have to move to study in Bangkok. Kevin did not continue his studies. I think he's quite poor. Mother taught me that people say goodbye to meet again. I always look forward to that day.

It was faster than expected. Less than 20 years later I met Kevin again. He appears to be working as a cemetery caretaker. When I was driving to look at the old warehouse that I wanted to buy to store things that I was going to sell, I saw him prowling around. He didn't seem to recognize me at first. But in the end, he ran up and hugged me out of longing.

Before that, I had met him once before, probably near the dormitory I lived in when I was studying at university...

Now my mother is seriously ill...

Plus it's annoying. One day I kept calling out to the phone. Keep saying you want to go home. I understand that that house was the greatest treasure Grandfather left for Mother. Sometimes I miss that house too.

I have to endure annoying calls. Unlovable behavior that denies all good wishes.

But my mother's life is the most important...at least for me.

Mother didn't know that she was turning back into a child. Her mother was a naughty child who was about to be possessed by a demon. I have to take care of my mother like she took care of me.

Mother, there is no one but me. I don't have anyone but my mother.

Mom likes to send photos to other friends through the app. As normal old people do. But my mother never sent it to me.

I wasn't angry about that, just hurt, but when I saw one call my heart nearly broke.

Mom recorded the phone number as "Daughter", I was with you at that time so I gave permission for mom to answer the phone. Staring deep into the eyes Mother is reluctant to speak less than usual. His voice trembled. I think she misses her other child more than me. I want to be with another child so bad I tremble.

The mother might actually have another child, with another father. I don't know. I've never heard of it before. I'm familiar with the fact that when I was in university I often saw my mother talking to someone I didn't know. When my mother was just starting to get sick.

I might have a younger brother. I'd like to get to know him too. But is he possessed by a demon or not? Will he like me? Does he know that his mother has hair?

Does he know he has an older brother?

But this world is so amazing that it's unbelievable...

One day I called for a regular delivery service. An employee in a green shirt came down from the seat of a motorcycle. He looked up into the house. I saw it and hurried down to get the box.

But when he took off the veil, my heart fell into the corner of my eye...

Little brother ... My little brother, his face is like the one in my mother's phone. The sound is like At that time, my hands were trembling, trying to support myself so as not to be so flustered that I couldn't do anything. It seems that he still doesn't know that I have welcomed his mother into my home. I have to act normal...

"I'll give you 5 times as a tip." My younger brother is having a hard time. I'm the older brother. I'm more comfortable. I really want to invite him into the house and talk. Three mothers and daughters. But I don't know what kind of person he is. Is he possessed by a demon? When he sees his mother, will he take her back? I have to be as normal as possible. He gently took the box. I stared at him without batting an eye.

I told him to come deliver the items for a fee of one thousand baht per round. I thought it was something that an anonymous older brother like me could do to help a younger sibling in need. Even though it's just a little bit, I hope it will help make his life a little better.

Mother began to get louder and louder and louder, refusing to cook food for Kevin. I kept asking if we had agreed! When will I agree with you? Mother is tired. I too am tired, my mother is crying, I am crying, she is hurting, and so am I.

One day, my mother didn't speak...she was just silent. All I could do was take my mother's phone and send those pictures. I unlocked my mother's phone using the face scanner because she wouldn't tell me the unlock code no matter what.

I cooked food for Kevin in place of Mom. My sister came to pick me up and deliver it. I'd like to visit Kevin sometime, but I have to take care of my mother.

Mother, there is no one but me...me too....

One day I thought of it. In the silence, understanding rose from the darkness. When I wanted to study in Bangkok Mother didn't prevent anything, even though before that she acted like she was going to die and shouted a lot. I'm afraid I won't be able to live alone. Afraid that there is an evil demon coming to haunt us.

The best way...I might have to let my mother go.

But mother must finish her duties first...

I prepared food for Kevin along with his mother. Even though Mom didn't move or get up and walk, she was watching. That's enough. Only then is it considered helping each other...

Until finally it was time to give up...

I set out on a familiar path...it had changed so much that I wondered if it had really been in my memory or not. Winding down a path that's as blurry as a mist

Mom sat in the back seat, still sulking and keeping her mouth shut. Shake and roll with the centrifugal force of the car driving on the winding road.

I open the door to the house holding mother with one hand As people get older, they become incredibly lighter. One day I too will be like that. become like mother

I put my mother on the table...looking at her with a sullen expression. Mother probably won't be happy until she sees her face. I think so Mom still hasn't said anything until now.

Mom's cell phone vibrated in her pocket. I almost forgot Now is the time to send a message.

I have heard that these messages The old man sent it so that his children and grandchildren would know that They're not dead, but strangely enough, my mother never sent them to me. Or for me, my mother thought that she had died from me...

I unlocked the phone by holding it close to my mother's face. For a moment, light flashed from the screen. I spent a long time choosing. I'm a little upset about sending it. I've been sending these pictures on behalf of my mother for almost two months now.

Once selected, I selected “All” and then “Send.”

Yellow flowers bloomed, teasing the sunlight on the green field.

hello monday

Happy body, happy mind

Whatever you think, make your wish come true.

healthy