Breath (TulHin)

Chapter 2

The root of evil

[They knock!]

“Grandma... Don't hit Tul... Please don't hit me...”

“Who is your grandmother? I have never seen you as my nephew!”

“Grandma, it hurts. Ayyyyy... You're hurting me... Grandma... Huu...”

“I told you I didn't want to see you in front of me! You still don't obey me? And worse, you make me lose my honor! How can I not be ashamed of having a halfbreed nephew like you? And then your bitch mother ran off with another man who left you here!”

The 4-year-old boy named Ariesthanan (Tul), is so adorable that he can make anyone who knows him fall in love with him just by looking at him. With a beautiful face, large eyes of a beautiful light color (reminiscent of the color of honey), prominent nose, shiny lips and with the light skin tone inherited from her English mother but his beauty is far from pleasing in the eyes of the most important woman in the Metthanan family. She finds it... abominable.

The terrifying middle aged woman, with fire in her eyes, takes the child's arm and drags him down the aisle. in her other hand she holds a long birch stick with which she beats the child's legs until tears run down his cheeks. A broken voice cries out for mercy, but this never came once. The proud woman... Mrs. Metthanan has never been sympathetic to the little person who calls her grandmother. The nephew she didn't ask for. The son of an English woman, whom her good son brought with him after a trip abroad. The person who caused the blood contamination of the well-known Metthanan family. Never, not once did she want this child to join her family. The child dared to disobey the order not to show his face, although that is not the only reason. He showed up at a social gathering bringing him shame. The one who can't stand it and doesn't hesitate to attack the boy with all his might.

“Mom didn't abandon me... Mom will come back for Tul... Huu... Mom...”

“How dare you argue with me? You are as despicable as her, there is no difference between the two of you!”

As soon as the child cries, the stick presses on his legs until he bleeds. While the child screams in pain, making all the people and domestic workers stand still in front of the treatment of this little one without being able to do anything.

“Khun Tul!”

There is only one child of similar age who wants to help the child, but the mother holds him firmly on her shoulders.

“Hin help me! It hurts... Ayyyy...”

Tul tries to run to meet his friend, but is caught by the terrible grandmother who holds him tight and even drags him to the back of the house. Until he can only scream tears. The terrible grandmother is no different from a demon in the eyes of the poor defenseless child.

“Aayyyy... Huuuu...”

Suddenly Tul screams and screams at the top of his lungs as he is thrown into the storage section of the cleaning equipment. Before the doors close, he lifts his face, and what he sees is the woman looking at him with cold eyes, turning off the light and closing the door.

“Grandma let Tul out! Grandma... Grandma... Let Tul out...! huu... Huu... I'm scared...! Grandmother...”

The little one pushes the door trying to get out, but it feels as heavy as a metal wall. In the ears of the four year old there is only the terrible voice of his grandmother.