Flowers at the End of a Dream

For Phanakhom,

“Our bones are stone, our flesh is earth, our blood is water, our breath is air, and the warmth within us is sunlight.”

For Nawamal,

her flesh is Twitter, her bones are Instagram, her blood is Line, and her breath is Facebook!
Here, Nawamal gets a house thanks to the kindness of the village headman. Actually, her father told them and the border patrol that he would be sending his daughter to be a volunteer teacher here for three months. Karn had been here many times before; he had been coming for camps, village development, and distributing supplies for over ten years. This made the people of Phanakhom quite fond of and respectful of him. Therefore, they welcomed Karn’s daughter well, as well as they, as hill tribe people, could do. Nawamal only heard people talking about a teacher named Phana.

The flower garden, watered from the stream without needing manual labor… Phana did it.

The toilets with good sanitation… Phana did it. The

pig farming in pits without the smell of manure… the cooking gas made from pig dung… Phana did it.

Who is Phana…? Nawamal stayed there feeling listless. For the first two days, she adjusted to the small village. On the morning of the third day, before she could even get out of bed, a group of dirty-faced but bright-eyed children were crowding around her mosquito net, staring intently. The young woman screamed in shock, only to realize these children were excitedly watching their new teacher.

Wait… for days she’d been getting admiring glances – wasn’t it because they knew she was a social media celebrity? Oh, I forgot… there’s no Wi-Fi here.

And that day, the children and the village headman told her that her father had told everyone she was a volunteer teacher. A volunteer teacher… a volunteer to kill those children, more like! Nawaman quickly gathered her belongings and prepared to go home. She thought that spending some time here, enjoying a slow-paced life, stockpiling chic, artistic photos, and writing travel blogs would be enough to regain her popularity. But teaching children in a dilapidated school? Absolutely not!
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