MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

Mæ̀ Supaporn

The new friend that my son met at work is so tall that he could only be a model.

Extremely polite and gentle boy, contrasting with his slender appearance.

He told about his aspirations while we drank the tea I prepared to wait for them.

Phiravich Attachitsataporn is his name, but he revealed to me that he needs to get used to presenting himself as Mean.

-Nong needs it, too. I commented. -His agent asked him to write down the stage name in the room. But so far he hasn't.

-Mæ̀!

-Did I tell any lie?

The visitor and I laughed at my son's brave face at that moment.

When he gets bored, he swells his cheeks, getting even cuter. That's how he always gets from me and his father everything he wants.

-I don't need this. I have an elephant memory.

- idem, the appetite.

My son and I faced the boy. Laughed. I wondered if my boy hadn't cared for his friend to joke about it.

Now I'm insisting that they allow me to help them. The boy came here to, you know, learn to cook with my baby.

-Are you sure, honey?

-Chai, Mae! We have everything we need.

He says as opens the vegetable bags.

-I can go cutting the carrots and...

-No way. -he pulls out the carrot that was already in my hand. -I'm going to teach Nong step by step. And he needs to learn by following me. He can't keep up with two people doing two different things.

The "Nong " smiles with his eyes and doesn't add anything to the speech of my son, but evaluating well, it is better to leave them more at ease, indeed.

-Okay. If you need help, call me, na Kha? I'll be helping Prince pack up the travel bag.

I climb to the second floor leaving the dinner in the hands of the helpful cookers.