new life

Opus Chaos

In the garden next to my house…I sat on a bench in the morning sun that cast a warm glow on my skin. Surrounded by the sounds of birds and insects. After listening, I was very happy. While thinking of old stories That doesn't happen to all people in general. Many people who listen to my story may think that I am a liar. However, who will believe it?

Or believe it or not, I don't care. But I firmly believe that the mysteries we seek are real. Because it happened to me and my child.

I used to be an archaeologist Learn about the ancient Egyptian civilization and its mysteries that we have yet to prove. The salary is very high. Almost two hundred thousand baht Because I made it to foreign organization I have a son named Non. As for my husband, we are separated. It may be that I am a better woman than him.

And besides, I don't have much time for my family. Because you often have to travel to and from foreign countries. But who cares? Separate, separate. I can support myself and my child with these hands of mine.

My child is a wasteful spender. Take thousands of dollars a day Not including credit cards that require payments of tens of thousands per month. He is a person with a big face and a big heart. that took a lot of money He took it and fed it to his friends. But he never lost his studies.

Grade 3 and above, etiquette is very much within the criteria accepted by society. But the only disadvantage is About spending money Anyway, whatever. I earn money for my child to spend first. He doesn't know anything yet. When the time comes, he will automatically know how difficult the money is to earn. But it also makes me unable to discipline my children from time to time about money and other things.

I haven't seen my child have any close friends since college.

One day was Non's birthday. He went out to celebrate with his helpless friends as usual. In fact, it's his birthday. He should have come to pay respects to me. Take me to a nice restaurant for a meal. Serving me more because he was born

That night……after a birthday party Non held a gift box. He showed it to me and said

“This year, Non also got a gift, Mom. Oh, it's really good. Please give Non a gift.”

“Who is it?” I asked, curious about the unfamiliar name.

“It's my best friend, Mom. I just can't remember this.”

I'm confused. Does my child have a close friend? Still coming at me. I just can't remember this. How am I going to remember? My child never told me this. But I don't care He probably thought he had already told me.

"Where's Mom going to put things away for you? Oh! It's so heavy. Can you take a look at it?”

I volunteered to take things away because I saw that my child looked tired. But I still want to unpack and see what he got this year after not coming for 2-3 years.

“No need to, Mom. Oman says don't unpack it yet. When you can unpack it, it will tell you. Please put it in Non's room, Mom,” Non told me.

I don't want to displease my child. It doesn't matter if you don't unwrap it.

“Non has gone to take a shower, Mom. Oh...Mom, I almost forgot. Oh, he's going to move to America when he graduates. So he gave Non this gift,” Non told me.

"Yes, yes... go take a shower and go to sleep, child. It's getting late. I'll take it away for you."

I wonder what's in that box. Why wait for opening time?

!And finally I know…….

I was in Egypt at that time. Digging up some remains In the middle of the dry sand And the hot sunshine seemed to burn everything to a crisp with the wind blowing on the great sea of ​​earth. The mobile phone suddenly rang! It shows a strange phone number. that I never knew And I think that other people probably don't know it either. It's a number that has zeros in every position.

“Hello, who is it?” I said in English at that time. But there was no answer from the phone. All I could hear was the wind blowing into my other ear. So I hung up the phone. And a moment later it rang again! It's the same number I just hung up on. I answer the phone again And this time

I haven't had time to ask or greet anything yet. The voice on the phone spoke to me first.

“Go home! I'm waiting...." and the call dropped. I kept shouting into the phone line.

“Who is that? Who is that?” It continued until my American colleague Had to walk in and ask:

“Is something wrong?”

At first, I thought someone must be playing tricks on me. I told my co-workers that. But then it wasn't. Another phone rang. It's a familiar number that has long disappeared. It's not anyone else. The person who left me to leave me with only two children. A person who doesn't take responsibility for anything…..he is my husband He called and told me

Non was in a car accident. Hurry and go back to see your child. His voice to me didn't sound good. It made me instantly aware that something bad had happened to my child. I urgently took a leave of absence from work and flew back to Bangkok. During the flight back, I cried. Continue to pray and ask for holy things to help your child.

When we arrived in Bangkok, we went straight to the hospital, both in a shabby condition and with an unsightly face because we had been crying all the time. My husband was waiting in front of the hospital to take me in to see the baby. in the special patient room The feeling while walking to the special ward was very sad and depressing. which I have never felt before

When I opened the door to the patient room where my child was staying, It only allowed me to relieve my sadness in the beginning. Because just looking at the surface, there were only a few bruises all over the body. His face was still pink. But it's just the outside that I see The doctor who had the fever came in and told me to get over it.

He probably wouldn't survive the night because all his brain cells had died……

I only heard those words from the doctor who had the fever. It made me lose everything. I have nothing left. Who will I live with? What is the point of doing everything? When my child will leave me The more I thought about it, the more tears flowed. My husband was beside me, consoling me, making me come to terms with it, making me come to terms with it.

Coming to terms with it might be easy for him, but I'm not. It's hard for me. I have raised him for over 15 years. Losing someone you love with all your heart is hard to accept...

But it's like heaven won't be happy. Non's pulse stopped before the eyes of the three of us. The doctor ran to open the door and the nurses came in to help pump Non's heart so he could come back again. Personally, I was numb and exhausted all over. Sitting on the floor of the room, unable to do anything except raise your hands in worship.

The doctors and nurses helped each other as best they could for a long time. Before I was sure that Non had left me I gathered the strength to lift myself up and look at my child. along with telling everyone in the room to leave first Because I wanted to be alone with my child, my husband, the doctor, and the nurse did not object to my request. I sat and hugged my child's lifeless body for a long time.

with a feeling of sadness Without knowing how to explain it so that it can be understood…..

As he kept thinking, if he could die in his place, he would want to die in his place. I want my child to come back to life again. He was a good boy who shouldn't have had such a short life. As I thought about it, I began to lose consciousness. I hugged my child and laughed softly like a crazy person. Suddenly, the phone in the special ward where my child's still body lay was rang!

I don't have the heart to take it. But it was getting louder and louder. And there's no sign that it will stop being loud. I picked it up and snorted angrily.

“Who called! I don't know what time it is.” I yelled at him through tears and a trembling voice.

The voice on the phone softly said to me, Look down under the patient's bed. Picked it up and unwrapped it, when there was no sound, the phone hung up…

I looked down under the patient's bed. What I saw It really surprised me.

“How did it get here?”

I said to myself while bending down to pick up a pink gift box I remember clearly that it was a gift that Non received on his birthday from a so-called close friend. I had long wanted to know what was inside. So don't hesitate to unpack it. But before unpacking, I looked at the pale face of the child on the bed.

“I'm sorry, son.” I was afraid he'd be angry that I didn't tell him about unwrapping the present.

When unwrapping the paper It's an old brown wooden box. There are hieroglyphics.

Inscriptions around the box I opened the wooden box and found an emerald green leaf inside the box. It was so beautiful, it shimmered with light before it glowed so brightly that it made me faint.

The air this morning is so clear. I've never felt like this before How long has it been since I felt such a happy feeling? warm feeling and the gentleness of the morning sun

“Mother, Oh friend Non. It's calling from America,” my son shouted to me from the window.

“How are you, child?” I asked.

“Ohman told Non that The gift it gave Does Mom like it?” Non asked me.

“Please tell your friends that I thank you very much,” I said to my child.

“What gift, Mom? Non didn't know anything about it." Non asked me curiously.

I answered my child without wanting him to know. with that box

"There's nothing, child...."

Even now I am no longer an archaeologist. I used the money I had saved to open a restaurant near my house with my neighbor. Some of them gave it to doctors and nurses as cover-up money because they didn't want it to be on the front page of newspapers in the headlines. “Die and come back to life. Miraculously,” and again, after that day, my child didn't seem to remember anything at all.

From the story of going to celebrate a birthday with friends It's okay...at least I have a new life back. happy new life Get to be with your child I saw him have a job and a family. This is a new life. That I will never forget....

The leaves that come with the world Will bring loved ones back again If there is true love and a sacrificial heart This message appeared on that wooden box.