It’s my birthday today: 9 October. My wife did not call me. She did not remember it is my birthday.
She left. She left me. She left me with a 20 month old baby. She took the 30,000 baht I gave her to buy a car, the 10,000 baht sister borrowed, the 3,000 baht for Takkie and the 10,000 baht in my ATM. She took 53,000 baht and left. For Bangkok. I think. She left me with a 20 month old baby and left. It’s my birthday today. Blackheart. Black heart.
She give me reasons, why she can not stay; "Why you change, why you no same, why you always talk bad?" She can give me a hundred reasons why she can not stay, a thousand 'what’s wrong', she can not give me one reason why, for Takkie, why she can not stay.
I think of my father. It’s like when I saw my father cry, I never saw him cry. A man never cries. I wonder what I did to make him cry.
Blackheart. Black black heart.
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October 16, 2007, 16:58
I'm surprised to see this story was put under fiction, but let's leave it there.