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2:30 p.m. Tuesday. Sangdet


- Why do I have to go tomorrow!? You said I had a whole week for meetings. Sangdet shouted into the receiver without holding back her emotions.

- How dare you talk to me like that!? It seemed to me that you have long passed adolescence and understand that there is no personal time in business, - Chatur said in a strict voice, as always.

- Yes, of course dad. Nothing is more important than hotels and YOUR business

- You stand up for yourself again. You will talk to your mother with sarcasm. And now, go pack your things, Pavat will pick you up in the morning and take you to the airport.

- I won't fly... - said Sangdet quietly - You know I'm afraid to fly.

- Don't make it up. What can happen to you?

- Well, at least here you can make concessions to me? Can I go by car? In addition, you will not have to spend money on buying a new car already in Phuket.


Sangdet smiled slightly. She knew her father's weak side. Money. The less you spend, the more he is satisfied.


- Good. Go by car. But to be in Phuket on Thursday. I will wait for you there to hand over all the documents and present to the builders. - he said and hung up the phone.


Sangdet was waiting. She herself did not know which sign. Maybe there will be a storm warning, maybe there will be a tsunami, and she won't have to get into that damn car tomorrow.

But the morning came and seemed hot and sunny. After drinking the last coffee in her shelter, she looked at the 3 suitcases standing in the corridor.

- Is this all I have?

She had never felt so terrible. All her important things, all her memories fit into these small suitcases. And clothes? She did not take clothes. I took only the most necessary things for the first time

- The wardrobe had to be updated a long time ago. I'm still going to the resort. - she thought and a small smile appeared on her face.

- It's about time. - she called the staff and went down to the parking.

Leaving the parking lot, she slammed on the brakes and shouted:

- My camera! I have to take it!!

But it was not an easy task, because he was in her children's room in her parents' house. Sangdet did not want to cross paths with either her father or her mother at all. The last time she was in that house was after graduation. But for some reason, right now she was so anxious to take up what she had lost.

The house she lived in as a child was too big. It was surrounded by a green lawn, flower gardens and trees. The backyard was so big that it faced the river. Once, she liked to play there, and that's why her grandfather built her a gazebo. Neighboring houses and the road could be seen from the windows of the house. There weren't many people living in this area, but all the houses looked more like palaces for royal families than ordinary townspeople.

She felt her heart begin to pound more and more. She looked up and saw the window of her childhood bedroom.

FLASHBACK


- Sangdet come down, we're going to be late for the holiday - shouted the father from the first floor.

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