{"title":"နုနုရည်အင်း၀","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"နုနုရည်အင်း၀-အိပ်နေရင်ညနိုးနေရင်နေ့","title":"Nu Nu Si Inwa - If you sleep, it's night, if you wake up, it's day.","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e (1)\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The blind have arrived, hey\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh.. Look, you naughty children. The slow-moving car was followed by the children's shrill cries of laughter. It was a welcome sign for Gandhi to a new place. You shouldn't greet him like this, children. We don't see, you blind people. Even though we are blind, we feel sad and weak when we are called that. We also feel angry. We are afraid of the invisible world. Oh.. my son. Are you afraid, too?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGandhi hugged his little son tightly, who was crying uncontrollably in his arms.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey.. kids, take it off, take it off\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe car stopped softly, the door opened, and I heard a man's voice. It was the voice of an old man driving. I remembered Gandhi. The voice of someone who was helping Gandhi and his companions load their belongings into the car was loud and clear.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Gandhi.. has arrived\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This is the voice that Gandhi remembers, no matter where he is from.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Aung's voice. Gandhi's beloved husband U Aung. U Aung's voice came from the side of the car. Oh, he had even gotten out of the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Are we going to get off? Call U Aung Kalay.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait, wait, you can't get off yet. Drop off your stuff and then get off calmly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe driver, in a loud voice, said to Gandhi, who was getting ready to get out. \"Yes, yes. Gandhi and his mother were in the front of the car. Since they were loading their belongings, they put Gandhi and his mother in the front of the car first, then loaded their belongings. The roads in Thingangyun are bad. If Gandhi and his mother were in the back of the car, they would have been thrown away if the car had jumped.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Aung was in the back of the car. The car was big and had no roof, and the sun was very hot all the way. Gandhi, how far from the school for the blind to the edge of Thingangyun was it? It was a long car ride. If you took the bus, you had to take two steps. Forty-two, thirty-nine, green or red, I don’t know. Oh, there were so many things that Gandhi didn’t know in the new place. It was so good to get some energy. Gandhi only missed school. The school apartment where Gandhi and his wife lived during their early married life. The school apartment where their son was born. Gandhi even cried as he tested the walls of the room before leaving the car.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now... I got it, I've put down my stuff, I can get off.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “U Aung, U Aung”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Gandhi..come, walk slowly, I am here.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Gandhi followed U Aung's voice. As he walked, he wondered what else was left on the floor of the car. If only there was something left among the small, insignificant things...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA box, two mats, a table given to me by my mother, a cat house, a chair, a pagoda, a floor, that was all Gandhi had.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Gandhis were able to buy a car full of 6 old poles and new logs with the 1,000 rupees the school gave them to move.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Give me the child, Gandhi.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGandhi reached out, sensing where U Aung was hearing his voice. Gandhi grabbed U Aung's hand as he reached out, sensing the same. Gandhi slowly reached out and gave it to his son.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Jump down with my hand\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Aung tried to lean on the edge of the car floor with one hand, while Gandhi tried to lean on the other hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you give it to me, baby?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The driver's voice, \"Oh, oh,\" as if he was watching Gandhi, reached Gandhi and his family.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Okay, okay, I can get off, that’s it.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as he spoke, Gandhi jumped down and fell to the ground. U Aung had to hold him back. Gandhi gained weight after giving birth. He was very upset because he couldn't eat three boxes of rice and milk a day.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “U Aung, before the big drivers leave, ask them what kind of place we are in. What are there?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Cool... cool\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e It seems that there is a big driver near Gandhi. The big driver's voice is loud and strong, and he is coughing...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, so you can see it in your mind, so you can understand it, uh... the plot of land you're going to live in is quite large. The plot is fenced off. There are other houses not far from where you live. I don't know what neighborhood it's called. Hey, how much land do you get per person...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Give thirty x forty to a family\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now, how many years have you all been married?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Twenty families\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's not bad. You can afford to be so wide. You have a big old building with a tiled roof in the middle of the empty lot, and new walls around the sides.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Ah... I think that’s U Aung’s workshop. Our school said they were moving the cooperative workshop here, and I heard that the workshop has already been built.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, I see two new toilets a short distance behind that workshop. How many people are there in your twenty households?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Over eighty people.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Well... I think they dug a well behind the workshop, I saw the equipment being laid out.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hmm... if we haven't dug it yet, where will we get water?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't know either, now... we'll go.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Wait... Wait, driver, have they built some houses in the empty lot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"There are no houses yet, nothing has been built yet, all of you people are still living in a big factory.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hmm... Yes, Aung, our belongings...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Gandhi became agitated as he spoke.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'll give you the baby, U Aung, go and stay, Ma Cho, it would be fine if you take care of it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's right, the workshop is big, it's built on a large scale.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Oh.. how do we know?” U Aung said, “If we don’t get a place, where will we go? We have to live on the ground. What will we do if the rain comes? It’s summer, but it’s raining.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh, cool,\" Gandhi said.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Aung handed the baby to Gandhi and left. Gandhi had to breastfeed the baby again, who was still in his arms, his head bobbing in his lap, begging for a kiss. Gandhi sat on a box among the piles of belongings. In this box were Gandhi's clothes and all the things he thought were important.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eGandhi knew that there were children and other strangers around Gambi. Their scents, which Gandhi could smell well in his nose, their voices, which Gandhi could hear well in his ears, were foreign. Gandhi knew. They were strangers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Who is it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSuddenly, a foul odor approached Gandhi, causing him to scream and the child to laugh loudly and run away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh, my God. I just came to see Gandhi. I don't want to buy anything.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhere is the bottle of electricity that my mother bought for Gandhi? It's like people are equal, and there's no such thing as equal goods. Has U Aung returned yet?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Has Maung Aung arrived yet? How are you, Gandhi and his son?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... Ma Cho's voice. I think it's because she's a singer. Ma Cho's voice is so good. Ma Cho and U Aung are friends of the same age. Gandhi and U Aung are eight years apart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Whenever Gandhi asked why he should take Gandhi instead of Ma Cho, who had a good voice, Ma Cho would get angry. He said that he would never take a character like Maung Aung.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Cho is really, what are they seeing? Is it because Ko Htwe is seeing Ma Cho?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Aung also never saw Gandhi.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e U Aung has never seen Gandhi either.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e And then there were the old lady Ma Ma Kyung, Blai Kai Za, Ko Kan Oo, Ma Nyo Sam, Ko San Maung...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh.. that's all.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Gandhis from these twenty households had never seen each other before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Those who will never be seen again. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568713326741,"sku":"","price":5850.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_19de0a20-8930-4071-8db5-f53e7d019207.jpg?v=1730210638"},{"product_id":"နုနုရည်အင်း၀-အမှတ်မရှိလမ်းမရှိကီလီဘောတံတား","title":"Nu Nu Yi Inn - No Mark, No Road, No Killibow Bridge","description":"\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Circle... What I'm in now is a prison... A prison..... A prison, a prison is a big, strong, secure apartment.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf there weren't the horrible shouting, if there weren't the foul smell, if there weren't the annoying bed bugs and mosquitoes, if we didn't have to eat the water-soaked soup called nylon soup and the long, thin rice, how nice would this big apartment be...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt would be better than the hut next to the Nga Moe Yeik Creek where Ama Thein and U Lay Kyi left the “circle”. It would also be better than the Ying Myin La Myin platform house in front of the cinema where the circle is currently located. That is why Ama Thein often said to the drunk U Lay Kyi, “I will kill you and go to jail” when she had nothing to cook.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmidst the heavy breathing that filled the room, I tried to close my sleepy eyes and turned to the other side of the circle. Then I saw that Mother Sein's body was completely relaxed and she was holding my hand... It was like she was trying to sleep. Is Mother Sein really thin? I think the habit of waking up with just a touch while she was so sleepy is something I learned from making the platform my bed, just like Mother Sein said. The circle was still and pretended to be asleep. Within a moment, Mother Sein's snoring came back. The circle wanted to laugh. Mother Sein was scary, but it was also funny. I had only known Mother Sein for two nights, but the circle knew her. An old woman with a harsh expression and mouth, and who used to sing a song on the platform before going to bed at night, was scary and funny, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWell... just like Mother Sein. The circle is both scary and funny. Last night, in a small room next to the Nga Moe Yeik Stream, where the smell of children was suffocating, last night, on a platform next to the Yangon City Cinema, where the smell of gasoline and tar was spreading, oh... tonight, in a sewage-filled prison, where the smell of sewage was pungent. To be precise, last night, half the night was on the platform and half the night was in prison.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor these reasons, the circle is not only sad but also curious. The circle that has taken the risk to escape for change. The circle that does not know where it was born, the circle that has never been to Yangon since it was in the hands of the mother Thein, has never been to Yangon from the side of Nga Moe Yeik Creek. The center of Yangon is a truly exciting and terrifying change for the circle.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh... don't tell me I was excited. It wasn't until I got to the city center. My heart started pounding as soon as I crossed Nga Moe Yeik Creek and boarded the \"Yangon to Yangon\" bus.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs soon as I got into the car, I sat down on the seat with my wife, my breasts still heaving. I didn't know that the woman next to me, who was beautifully combed and made up, was sitting on the other side. I kept my face down to keep myself in check, and I held the one kyat in my hand like a talisman. That kyat was like the last remaining money of Mother Thein... I had to search for it among the paper bags under the mat. I knew Mother Thein didn't have any, but I prayed that at least five kyats would come out from under the mat. It was free. Even if one kyat came out, it was lucky.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of the engine starting and the sound of the horn suddenly became quiet. The car is about to leave... This big car will go to Yangon. When it arrives in Yangon, where will you get off and go around?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let me get you a ticket...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe woman next to the circle handed the ticket seller a new five-kyat bill and whispered, \"One child.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't you have any coins, sister...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhile giving the money to the circle, the ticket seller asked the girl. The circle was impressed by the woman who shook her head firmly, saying, “No.” The circle was impressed. It was comforting. Her style was bold. The baby didn’t look here and there. It wasn’t showy either... The circle looked at the necklace around her neck, the watch on her hand, the bracelet, and the clothes she was wearing. The circle looked down at herself again. The mother pulled down the long waist of her shirt again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMother Thein's shirt is not bad... It's her only good shirt, she's kept it. Mother Thein is thin and her body is not too loose. Her t-shirt is starting to fade, but it's still bright yellow, so it's still fun to look at. Mother Thein wore this shirt and t-shirt when she went to the market on the other side of Nga Moe Yeik Chaung to sell fish... How angry would Mother Thein be with her circle?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Central market, central market..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The girl next to me suddenly stood up and stepped into the crowd. The teacher and her daughter were only five or six years old. The mother, who seemed gentle and kind, was holding the little girl on her lap with tenderness.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eA gentle mother... Yes. This kind of mother is the mother who really wants Circle... Because of the resentment and sadness, Circle's heart aches again. Mother Thein said, \"Your mother... if she was so gentle and kind, would she leave you?\" She said it in a broken voice. Did she know Circle's mother? Had she seen her? Did Circle's mother leave Circle alone and not be a gentle woman anymore? Isn't it possible that Circle and Mother Thein left Circle at the market where Circle met? 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Dolly, where are you, where are you, it's so dark, I'm so scared, I can't see you at all, Dolly, where are you....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI slept for a while, even when I cried because I was hungry, you kept quiet, I still wrapped you in my gown so you wouldn't get cold, why aren't you feeling well, is it because of the cold... Yes, Dolly, come to me quickly, I'm scared.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHey, listen, I-I\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDolly... Dolly, look, you're here, I'm so happy, you're sleeping soundly, your dark eyelashes closed, your red lips parted, your teeth moving.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm a little girl, what's the point? When I hold you like this, like this, you'll wake up with your eyes wide open, then I'll shake you and shake you, you'll close your eyes and stick out your tongue, right?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOh, my dear, I love you so much. I will hold you in my arms. You just stay in my dress. Don't you want to stay because of the smell?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'm afraid in the dark, You stay, I feel braver when I hold you, you know, Are you hungry? Wait a minute, I'm hungry too, We won't eat anything until the king is satisfied, Are you listening to the sound of the lock opening, do you hear? ..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eDo you love the king, huh... Doli, don't you? And I don't call you Doli, Doli, Doli, Doli, and I don't call you \"Doli, Doli,\" and I He said that you must keep it in a box, play with it for a while once a day and then put it back in the box. I screamed and tried to force it out of his hands, so he locked all the doors in this room. I screamed in fear and didn't know what would happen. Later, the king put you with me, and said that I couldn't take you to bed. When I forced myself to take you, he even put me in the room once in the middle of the night.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's still good, I forced you to come here, how scared I would be if you weren't here. I'm really afraid of the dark, Dolly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI love you because you want to keep me here. I do what you ask, I listen to what you say. You said I would stay because you had to stay at school, but I don’t want to stay, no, I won’t stay. I know that there are many boys like Uncle Aye Maung’s sons and the green ones from our house at that school. They will ride me, steal my bread, and strangle me. You don’t stay at school either, do you, eh… Dolly. You took me to school, this morning. He put me in this new dress, I can’t wear the small khat that I wear at home, and he doesn’t wear the big khat that I wear at home. I have a new shirt and a new khat, a small bag with a stone tablet and a stone stick.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOn the head of the chieftain, there was a big plate. In the big plate, there was rice cooked by the chieftain early in the morning, and dried fish. These were to feed the teachers. The chieftain said that buying tea and cakes was a waste of money. The school was a long walk from our farm, and our farm was far from the people. People from the city came to buy flowers, radishes, and thorn leaves. They came by bicycle or horse-drawn cart. The chieftain did not go to the school by horse-drawn cart, so we had to walk for a long time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen I got to school, you know, Dolly, there were so many boys and girls, I had never seen them before. All I saw were Uncle Aye Maung’s sons and the green and green sisters from our yard. That’s all I saw. I just held on to the big man’s robe tightly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOne of the teachers called her “Tin Tin, come here.” Her name was Daw Tin Lay, but no matter who she was, everyone just called her Tin Tin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat big teacher took me to a table in front of many boys and girls. The boys and girls were all looking around, including Xin Xin, who had been to school before me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Master, you have taken leave today. I accept it. Are you old enough, Tin Tin Tu?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"That's right, in six years.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Yes, the child is a little boy, I think he's only four or five years old.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The baby will be just like its mother. I gave birth to it with one type of goat's milk and one type of cow's milk, teacher, and all the hard work.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's cold, old lady.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e So I said, \"Well... when I grow up, will I repay the favor or will I just be satisfied?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThat's where I started to hate you, Dolly. Can't you stop saying this everywhere? You've been saying this to everyone since I was a child, when I didn't understand anything. You asked me too. I made you sad. I love you, and I've always said that I wouldn't kick your chest when I was little.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man can't. He's going to talk about his words, about his father and mother, Dolly. Before, I always listened to what the old man said, and even when the old man asked me to go, I would secretly listen. I wanted to know about my father and mother. But this time, I didn't want to listen. I wanted to cry. There were green things in front of me. Other boys and girls\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThere were also some. I grabbed the elder's robe and he slapped my hand away.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey.. try to remove it, what's going on, you're just twisting and turning, I don't like people being so rude like this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, my daughter doesn't have to live like that. Come... come here and try it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e I won't go when Teacher Wah Gyi drags me, she's just being pushy. I'm also afraid of Teacher Wah Gyi, Daw Li.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... How are you, Red Dog? I think you're about to cry, right?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eTears started to fall from my eyes, Dolly. It's not because I'm afraid of being beaten. Even the usual scolding in front of people, I can only hold back tears. This time, you called me a red dog. Look, Xin Xin was looking at me with a smile. Then the girl next to her leaned in and said. Call me red dog... red dog, oh..\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI'll consult with you about it. He always calls me Red Dog, Red Dog, that's what he calls me. When my uncle Aye Maung's sons come over, he joins him and plays dog games with me. They throw me palm leaves. They throw me bones. 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In this case, I have to thank Lat Lat’s “U” who was sleeping soundly on the bed as usual. U said, “Lat Lat doesn’t like long hair. When it goes over the hair clip, it starts to growl. (It’s one thing to say that I like Soe Myat Thu Za and Zin Mar Oo).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eU Ha Le really knows. Lat Lat looked at the most free and clear human being on the bed. Lat Lat didn't even dare to think of putting a blanket at his feet. He had always covered him with a blanket when he was young. Lat Lat had remembered it since he kicked and shouted angrily. This was his original style. Lat Lat, while I was sleeping, the one I loved came and covered me with a blanket, I was so satisfied that I even wanted to do it with a moan.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou should not put up mosquito nets in the bedroom. You should only use mosquito repellent. You should not sleep with the lights on. You should not let mosquitoes or flies hear you before going to bed, and you should not let cats enter. I have recently taken note of this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI quickly turned off the light and Lat Lat's small body left the bedroom and went to the living room with the speed of a baby's wind. I turned on the living room light, quickly turned it off again, took six steps, and reached the dining room, kitchen, turned on the light, turned on the electric stove, put on a pot of hot water, and turned on the electric rice cooker, which I had been using since the night before.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter that, Lat Lat went to the toilet. Wait, Lat Lat didn’t have a habit of cleaning his hands and defecating in the morning. After using the toilet, Lat Lat went to the bathroom. The bathroom was in one room. The toilet and the bathroom were separate. Lat Lat liked this. Lat Lat really hated the idea of ​​having the toilet and the bathroom together. I looked at the toilet bowl early in the morning and thought how bad it was to brush my teeth. Lat Lat Lat had to brush my teeth like that for 32 years before I got married. Lat He is also scared to death that his wife will gain weight because she is so thin. He is also very scared that she will gain weight. He always controls himself so that he doesn't get fat or get fat. That's why this woman liked a man who was already fifty-five years old, thinking he was forty-five.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLat Lat smiled, and his hands quickly chopped onions and tomatoes. Chopped garlic. He took out a bottle of pickled cucumber and shrimp from the refrigerator. He covered the container to prevent the shrimp from smelling. He was afraid that the ice would smell like beer. If I could save up money this time, I would buy him a green Daewoo refrigerator that I really wanted. I would put it in my bedroom, for my own use. This old refrigerator is for Lat Lat’s kitchen, isn’t it? My refrigerator is full of German beer cans for my taste. He always keeps a bottle of cheese and a bottle of black label beer and a couple of bottles of whiskey. He would really like it, I really do. If German beer is not more than a hundred, it’s about ten, and if whiskey is not more than a thousand, it’s more than a hundred, Lat Lat would buy it for me. U Thet Oo, an artist (former assistant English lecturer) and 10th grade English teacher, earns 50,000 baht per month.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf it's good, it's good. It's not possible with an income of more than ten thousand a month, sir. It's not possible to buy new refrigerators yet. It's far from whiskey and beer. But, Lat Lat and I only have one refrigerator in this building. There are no people in the other rooms. Lat Lat and I seem to be looking for a woman who really wants one. I saw one in a second-hand refrigerator shop near the market the other day. I didn't see it being brought in. A second-hand refrigerator costs more than ten thousand for a large one, and Lat Lat and I pay five thousand for a small second-hand one.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBy the time I put the ginger and garlic in the mortar, the kettle was boiling. I had dried tea in the large kettle on the dining table, and added hot water. I put water back in the kettle, and it boiled again. I still needed hot water to make coffee.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the mortar was pulled and the mortar was pounded, the four-folded gunny sack under the cat house was pulled again. To pound the mortar under the mortar. Just like that, if you knock on the door, you will have to fight with the people below. When you knock on the door, the people below will come and knock on the door. Even so, this building has a plaster floor between the upper and lower floors. Some buildings have a wooden floor. The plaster floor is just called a plaster floor. The plaster floor is thin. It is like the skin of pots and drums. If you hit something in one room, the sound will be heard throughout the building.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI quickly ground the ginger and garlic without grinding it. It is good to add it to the pumpkin and shrimp stew. It is also okay not to grind it. After chopping the ginger, add it to the pot with the shrimp, add half of the ginger and garlic, add salt, turmeric, and oil to the pot. When the water boils, just set it aside. When the stew is ready, just fry the pork with the onion, tomato, ginger, garlic, and a little bit of the konbaung gyi style.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI had to open the refrigerator again to cut the pork. The leftover pork that was left for two days was cold and hard. Today I fried the big kongbaung, so tomorrow I will fry it. For housewives like Lat who can't go to the market every day, the refrigerator is very useful. I can put in what I like, add leftover rice, add leftover vegetables, and everything is ready. Oh... if the power goes out. The power is good again for now. It only goes out for half the day twice a week. It doesn't happen every day anymore. The power comes on. If it doesn't come on, Lat Lat's room is pitch black in broad daylight. Candles are lit. Lat Lat's house is sandwiched between buildings and there are no windows. There are only small Chinese doors. When the master asked me to remove the Chinese doors at the head of the bedroom and close them with bricks, the bedroom became even darker. The light only came in through the veranda door on the street. That veranda door was closed for twelve seasons. I was afraid that the cat would come into the bedroom. 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A long line of colorful cars has begun to line the Taung Pyin Junction, which branches off the Mandalay-Mattara highway.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe Waso wind blowing at the fork in the road was also wild and beautiful.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The Waso Wakaung wind that caused the water to rise caused the brownish-yellow water to overflow along the canal next to the fork. The water, the rain, the festival, moved the minds of the people on the fork. It made them happy. It made them feel free and light.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI could hear the melodious cries of some young people on the roof of the passenger bus, and the whispering prayers of women, young and old, inside the crowded bus.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe women, young and old, who were sitting comfortably in their own small cars, held their children in their arms and stood in awe.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e On the left side of the road, there was a long line of children, as if welcoming a large convoy of cars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e They each have sunburned skin.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Each of us wore dirty, black clothes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are constantly shouting in different tones, \"Money please!\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Their faces were full of hope as they looked at the people in the line of cars.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey are waiting with wide eyes for the banknotes that will fall from the cars. 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The aroma of cakes and pastries that are often sold at the festival is mixed with the scent of makeup, lipstick, and perfume from the female market vendors.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYou can also find a long row of custom-made bars that make you dizzy just reading the names.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mandalay Yee Moo Moo Lay, Yis Hat Gyi, Kapyay Maly Goya Rum, Cha Cha Yan, and many more.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhen we reached the railway crossing beyond the bar, the crowd was so large that it was impossible to move. The train was approaching, so we had to stand near the railway gate. The sweat from the crowd, standing under the sudden heat of the sun, could have turned into a small stream. 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Her chest was trembling from the sleep, but when Mya Phu opened her eyes, she could no longer hear the sound of the four o'clock bell of the Gandhara Monastery, mixed with the sounds of the birds. The heat of the rain had already begun to penetrate her, and she sat up in a daze. She could not help but notice the sound of her husband, who was making a noise beside her, who was also making a noise. But Ko Shwe Pik Htwe and the others did not stop barking.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI pulled half of the blanket off my body and looked around at the blouse and shirt that I had placed at the foot of the bed last night. But it was a problem. I couldn't find what I had placed there last night. I couldn't even look at the panties, so I bent down to check if the bottom of the bed had fallen off. My stomach felt a big lump. Oh my God, my God is still here. I can't remember my seven-month-old belly with the greed that wants to sell it to the market.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Ko Pik Htwe... Ko Pik Htwe...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe bird did not move. As the birds became more and more noisy, Mya Phu became more and more restless, and she looked around at the darkness that had been darkening her whole life. Oh my... How could these invisible eyes know when it was dawn? As Mya Phu stared at the darkening darkness, she tried to wake up Mya Phu, but the four o'clock bells kept ringing. Oh my. I woke up early because of my own dream and felt hot. Only then did I regain my senses and lay back down on my bed. Mya Phu closed her eyes and listened to the rich sound of the clock in the church tower. Oh my, my dream came to life. In her dream, the sound of the clock and the bells were so loud that she could not hear them. She did not know how many times it had struck, Without knowing what time it was, amidst the noise, Pai Htwe Gyi Taw and Mya Phu started shouting and fighting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe old man, Paik Htwe, had come and gone in the afternoon. He said a lot. But in the dream, the words were only one thing that angered the slurred Mya Phu. “Oh, you fool, you blind woman. Because of you, my nephew will have to eat school meals and school meals. We are poor, but we are not like you, who eat school meals and school meals.” The words that came out of Mya Phu’s ears. At noon, these words made Mya Phu shed tears. Mya Phu cried out in her dream, saying that if she came and dragged her away, the baby in her stomach would suffer. She said the voices. When she woke up, she was exhausted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe sound of the bells gradually stopped, but the surroundings were still quiet. Only the birdsong was more melodious. Well... How could it be so quiet when the bells rang at nine in the morning? As soon as the bells rang, there was the sound of people rushing in, accompanied by the sound of drums and cymbals. There were no less than fifty or sixty dogs running around, making noise. The monastery, which had thousands of monks, always had a large supply of alms, alms dishes, and rice soup, so that people could take them home, and the dogs could eat them on the spot. In the deserted area of ​​the monastery, people and dogs mixed and became lively.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn fact, the sound of the clock striking nine is an unforgettable sound for Mya Phu. Mya Phu's aunt, Mya Phu's cousin, her younger sister, and some people from the nearby village. The sound that lured many stray dogs. And for Mya Phu, who relied only on smell and tongue, I will never forget the smell of various dishes mixed with spices, the smell of boiled red beans, the smell of boiled beans, the smell of boiled peanuts, the smell of cooked tomato fish paste, and the smell of pork broth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMya Phu cannot thank the temple enough for providing food for poor and needy people like her, who are gradually becoming poorer and poorer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eBut I don't know why. Mya Phu is ashamed of being ostracized and being asked about eating school meals by the neighbors. I'm afraid. Mya Phu is a widow and has four children. Mya Phu and her family of six are too many to feed on the income of one sister who weaves. Who would want to do it with milk? Well... Mya Phu's husband, Ko Pik Htwe, who met her through past merits, never made her eat school meals. She has to eat with oil and salt. She doesn't earn enough. It's easy to say. Mya Phu knows how difficult it is to earn oil and salt. Look at him now. He is tired and sleeping soundly. His elder brother has already told him. His nephew is no longer a good person. But what does that have to do with his uncle? He is a blind man. He is forced to marry his nephew, saying that he loves his sister. No one asked me to take his nephew...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Mya Phu... Mya Phu.. get up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pai Htwe stood up with a sigh, as usual.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My lady, I have been awake for a long time, thanks to your kindness...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pai Htwe looked at Mya Phu, who was dreaming, and laughed hysterically.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"What are you talking about? Hmm.. Hmm.. Let's get a new face. Oh.. Don't try. I put your shirt and pants in the box last night because I was afraid of rats. I'll take them out later. Come on... quickly.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Do it. Your sister will also have to give blood. Here are the shoes...”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWith a soft voice, he gently pulled Mya Phu's hands, but Mya Phu's lips, which had been puffed up unnecessarily, spontaneously relaxed, and his dream of glory vanished again.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “xxx add xxx add xxx and xxx rice picture xxx dishes picture xxx add xxx add xxx add xxx and xxx rice picture xxx dishes picture\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAmidst the rustling of the leaves of the melissa tree and the crackling of the snowdrifts, the discordant sound of the singing of the pheasant floats. Mya Phu holds one of the pheasants' hands, while the other holds a walking stick. With one hand, she pulls the pheasant, and with the other, she holds and carries a heavy basket full of fried food.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI can still sing the song in the middle of the night. Every day, I have to listen to the song that I sing repeatedly along the way to the bakery.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Add x add, and eat rice with a smile\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"The music is not playing here. It's yours.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Heh... heh, singing is so relaxing.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eYes, that's right. He didn't have any warm clothes. His stomach and his chest were so swollen that he had to wear warm clothes in his youth, and he had to warm himself by the fire in the oven. He had been silent for a long time.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Pai Htwe looked sideways at Mya Phu...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"My earlobe... and the baby in my stomach... are they still moving?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Move. I don't know when I'll give birth. I'll give birth at the end of winter. I don't have enough blankets.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Ha.. you were born when? You don't have a blanket, you have to buy it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It’s easy to buy food, Ko Pik Htwe. It’s not easy for you to make money. You sell fried food in the morning, you cook rice, and you have a different job in the afternoon. Wait... Wait. By day job, you mean you’re picking up plastic bags in the afternoon. You go door-to-door. What a shame.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Who is stupid?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's Ko Pik Htwe. Why are you saying that you're a weaver in the past?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Don't take what the old man says to heart. It's useless. Don't worry about anything. I know my job.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“It’s not a problem that Ko Pik Htwe knows. I was shocked when I was told. Ko Pik Htwe, his nephew, was poor and had no parents, but he didn’t get ripped off like this when he was young. What about watches and stuff..? Now it’s because of me..”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mya Phu started crying.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “Mya Phu said. Come early. U Zin Htay from the four mountains has come out to beg. Should I come?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Are you complaining? 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With a loud noise, he realized that his robe had torn. When he got up and looked at the robe, it was a big tear about a foot long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIt's gone, it's over.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e This was the last of the three blankets my mother had left me.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e After slowly sitting down, I put on my mid-length robe and spread out the tamarind leaves.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The next day, I had to sew it with a needle and thread at my aunt's house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe tamarind leaves were already picked the day before, so they were a little wilted. They had left the tamarind leaves for tomorrow and wrapped them up. The three girls under Mido, who were playing in front of the house, looked at the kitchen together. They poured some of the remaining fish paste from the fish paste packet into the tamarind leaf pot. They poured the oil into the bottle, but only a drop or two came out. Mido hit the bottom of the bottle with his hand. If I get money from my father this evening, I will buy everything for tomorrow.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAs the pot of tamarind leaf soup was boiling, a voice came from the front of the house, “The food is delicious.” As usual, Mido shouted, “Come on, let’s eat.” Aye Maung, a monk, glanced at Mido as he was serving the food.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Let's eat, okay?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e At the end of the call, the three younger ones came running.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThey ate with a bowl of red rice and a dish of tamarind leaves in the middle, not revealing their heads. All four heads, with their red hair, were scattered around the rice. All the midwives had been swimming in the riverbed, so their hair, which was not covered in oil, was red.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Daughter, money.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMy father hung two taels from his shoulder on the door frame and gave Mido money. Five kyats. Mido stared at the sweaty pores on my father's face and said, \"Dad, I've paid three kyats for the bird.\" My father looked at Mido and smiled.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I've already given it to you, my daughter. I can't eat today. The water is red and flowing heavily.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido nodded to everything his father said and started to calculate the price for five kyats. A bag of rice costs four kyats for tomorrow. So a single piece of cloth and other short stories cost four kyats. If you buy it with a board book, it will only cost two kyats and ten piaints. It hurts that I still haven't bought the board book that I had pledged for fifty piaints when my mother died. Let's go. Two kyats of oil and a half is eighty piaints. Only twenty piaints are left. I can't buy fish paste to cook tamarind leaves. Even at one piaint, Daw Gyi Ming, the village market, doesn't want to sell it. Mido worried that she would sell it for twenty piaints.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey, Mido, the pot on the stove is already boiling. What pot?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Yes, father, I've boiled the avera leaves. Tonight, I'll have avera salad and tamarind leaf dish.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI opened the pot on the stove. The greenish-yellow liquid was bubbling. I glanced at a sprig of a bay leaf. It wasn't hot yet. I lit the fire and put the money in a small bamboo box next to the stove.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Hey... I'm at level six, I have to jump six steps.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe middle-aged woman's voice came from where she was playing with the glass. Watching her three sisters playing with the glass, she suddenly felt the urge to play with the mee-do. It had been a long time since she had played with the mee-do. When my mother was with us, we had to go all the way to the center of the village to play. It had also been a long time since we had built a house with our friends on the riverbank.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido, wearing her robe tightly, ran to the front of the tent and jumped over the six steps that Alat Ma was about to jump. Her mouth shouted happily, “Did you see me jump?” Alat Ma pouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I'm jumping, why are you jumping in? You can't go in.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... I'll be there, if you can't jump... you're a loser.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido started to tease her sister. The middle-aged woman became even angrier.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"You, you, you, you're a virgin, you're not supposed to be with children.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"What... look, what a virgin... I'm a child too.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido shouted back with half a child's heart.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Oh... if you're a child, why did you bathe in the same water as your father? Why don't you bathe like us?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido was embarrassed. She looked at her father hesitantly and, embarrassed, she patted her mother's head with her heel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Every time Mido picked tamarind leaves, Mido's sisters gathered around my father, who was tying tamarind branches and thorns together. My father gathered the tangled tamarind branches and tied them tightly with a rope at the base.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Dad, are you done? Let's go and put it in the river now, Dad.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe youngest one was enthusiastic. The whole village of Mido used to set up a net. The net made of tamarind leaves didn't catch many fish, but if you put it up every two or three days, you would get a fish. The net was set in shallow water. The small fish that usually swim in shallow water would get tangled in the tamarind leaves and couldn't get out. Some of the less fortunate people would cast a long line of fishing line along the deep riverbed to catch big fish.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe three younger siblings jumped after their father, who was carrying the rope. The father had buried the rope in the shallow water and tied it to a pole he had planted. The three younger siblings were wading in the water. The middle sister was pushing the sand and mud at the feet of the mother. The two younger sisters were diving and swimming in the water. The mother, who was carrying the rope, pulled the rope that often slipped down her thin arms over her shoulders and felt like taking off her clothes and running into the water like before. The father was pounding the pole with a brick and said to the mother,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey... Mido, take a shower, what are you doing?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mido replied softly, looking at the wet cloth his father was wearing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Okay, Dad, I won't take a shower today.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido woke up suddenly from the touch of the cold wind. There was no blanket on Mido's body. The three younger brothers pulled the blanket towards them and were sleeping tightly together. It was almost dawn. They could see the faint light. Mido pulled the blanket over her and closed her eyes again. Her stomach was grumbling. She was hungry and had no food to cook that morning. She would have to go and pick tamarind leaves or avera leaves. There was some fish paste. She had saved some fish paste for today, so the tamarind leaf soup she had made the night before was soggy. The youngest one frowned and kept asking, \"Father, haven't you put the thorn in yet?\" until the meal was over. Mido jumped out of bed excitedly. That's right. It's been two days since the thorn was put in. Mido jumped under the tent. When he looked at his father, he was still fast asleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMido walked briskly to the pier. The dawn breeze blowing across the river was cool. Mido pulled on her coat. There was no one on the pier yet. Mido's line of stilts was quite close to the other lines of stilts. However, Mido was only concerned about the line of stilts, so she didn't know that she was afraid. Wearing a short coat, Mido went into the water. She let the line of stilts fall on the shore. Let it fall, lots of fish. Mido shook the line of stilts eagerly. Mido's face became grim. Not a single fish fell. Why? Because the water was turning red? Mido, in despair, dropped the line of stilts back into the water and looked out at the red river. Oh. Mido's eyes widened. A line of fishing rods, set in the deep water, swayed and moved.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe fish that was caught was dead, and if it was alive, it wouldn't move that much. Yes. It must have been a big fish. Midou didn't think anything of it. He quickly went down into the water and swam towards the line. Midou just kept his body still in the water, not looking at the line. It was just as Midou had thought, a big fish. It wasn't a small fish. He was happy. No matter whose line he was fishing, he would pull it out. Midou used both legs to paddle through the water, and paddled and pulled the fish out with both hands. The big fish was struggling. It wasn't as easy as Midou thought. 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I'm holding an empty iron plate, which is made with duck eggs and noodles. I don't even feel like eating. What kind of noodles and pork, noodles and beef, noodles and shrimp, I've only heard of these, now look, noodles and duck eggs. I've never heard of them, who knows, this spicy and delicious dish is so delicious.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye... It's not up to anyone to eat spicy food, it's not up to your mother to make a fuss, it's not up to you to pout. We all have to eat it. No matter what kind of food, no matter what kind of rice, we all have to eat it, but the problem is that \"Mathi\" can't eat this dish at all. Mathi doesn't like bamboo shoots, and if she doesn't like it, she doesn't like sweet bamboo shoots, she doesn't like sour bamboo shoots, she doesn't like anything. Just like this, duck eggs... quail eggs are also a type of food that Mathi hates. Mathi can't eat these two things, so she has never eaten them, and now she has never encountered a dish that even combines these two things.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMathi, who had been up since five in the morning, was already growling with hunger at ten o'clock. What should I do? I had to swallow the rice, the curry... I couldn't swallow it anyway, and as usual, anger flared up like fire when it came to food. But who should Mathi take this anger out on? Oh... At home, the dining table had fallen over. Mom, the floors were shaking, Mom's husband, Ko Tun Tin, had run out of the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey girl... go get some food, your face is so ugly and you're so aggressive again..\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Aye Thein, who was serving the rice, shouted, and became even more angry. The teacher, who was serving the rice next to Aye Thein, looked at him. Otherwise, all of Mathi's anger would have been reflected on this little girl.....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter eating, I had to put the rice bowl on the table, and I didn't feel like I was eating like I used to. Yes, in the past, I was happy to eat whatever I wanted. For a woman who always came first, who never ate enough, today is a real disaster...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now.. are you done? Have you put all the rice and soup plates on? Then we'll line up.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe teacher shouted, and the noisy crowd stopped eating and they all ran to the dining table, ten people in pairs. They lined up in front of each other. Although they were not in the mood, Mathi was the one who shouted from the front of the ten people, so they had to go to the front. Mathi was the one who had the loudest voice, some were good and some were not.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Now.. serial number...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “One... two... three... four... five... six”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Matthew started shouting from one to thirty, then Matthew turned to the nine people behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e “I am Mathi, Ma Aye Thein, Ma San Chit, Ma Shwe A, Ma Mya Ein, Ma Phyu U, Ma Kyi Hmwe, Ma Khin Khin, Yee Yee Htay, Ma Sue, all ten of us.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI had to report to the teacher in charge about how full my group was. After Mathi shouted, the two girls in the top two groups of ten looked at the nine behind me and shouted.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Everyone is welcome, then the oath of allegiance\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"We live on the food provided by the state. With this grace, we will be loyal to the state. We will serve the state...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIn the past, when I said this vow, Mathi's voice was the loudest. Then, knowing that I would have to eat next, Mathi's heart naturally became happy and joyful. Now, because I used to say it every day, I could only leave. People are half angry and half sad.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter swearing their oaths, they sat at the table and ate their food in a hurry... Mathi didn't know what to do. He felt like squeezing the throats of Ma Shwe A and Ma Phyu U, who were competing with each other to eat the noodles from the same bowl. He remembered what his mother had said to him a long time ago, \"You are a woman who would kill for food.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Hey.. Tiger Thunder, is Matthew going to be slow this time?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eMa Phyu U spoke in a Kachin accent, surprised. Yes, as before, the bowl was empty. Her mouth was eating, her hand was not letting go of the spoon. Every time she ate, she was always getting scolded. She was also scolded, which... For three people, the dish was only half full in the bowl.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNow, Ma Shwe Marthi is calm, but her face is dark and gloomy, like the rain that is about to fall.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"Marthy, why haven't you eaten yet? What's wrong?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Hey... I think I saw it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"It's okay, teacher... I'll eat it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eNo matter how angry, how angry, how scared, the sweet and fearful voice would just sigh, and then his hand would pick up the rice and eat it. Otherwise, the Myaung-po, who was punished for fighting with Mi Aye Thein the other week, would have to clean the toilet...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI just ate the soup and ate it. But as you know, the smell was so strong that I wanted to vomit. The smell of boiled eggs was also very bad. Ma Shwe Ma Thi, who used to ask for rice often before, wondered how she could finish the whole bowl this time. But she had to eat it slowly and carefully, otherwise she would be hungry before dinner.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eLunch: Boiled rice with milk, Thakuyo, let's try it in turns today, let's try it as much as we can... Today, I'm going to be empty-handed, it's cold. What can I do, just wait for dinner. Oh... I'm done with dinner. Mother... Why did you leave me in this big mess, knowing about my daughter?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eFor a mother and daughter, not being able to eat what they want as long as they have time is a great suffering. As I swallowed the last bite of rice, I could see my mother's market stall in my mind and I wanted to cry. My mother's market stall, which had two trays, was filled with pork, pork blood, yams, tomatoes, pickled sesame seeds, tea, and various kinds of bread... Oh, how I missed the small shop on my mother's head.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSince she was a child, she could never forget the times when she followed her mother's market stall, picking and choosing, sometimes\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \"I don't want to wash my hands after eating bamboo shoots. I'm afraid the bamboo smell will disappear from my hands.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"It's so disgusting,\" Ma Kyi Hmwe kissed his hand in a daze. Even thinking about the flavors of the pastries from Mom's market that she had eaten before was gone. \"Die, if you like it that much... Yes, I'll go for it.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“If I could eat bamboo shoots and sleep in the cool rain, it would be a luxury.” San Chit was one of them. Is this praise of bamboo shoots over and over again? For them, it must be yes or no. They would consider eating bamboo shoots and sleeping in the cool rain a great luxury.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI hate the rain... I hate the bamboo that grows in the rain. Just like that... Last July, when it was raining heavily, the Aye Zayet village council sent this women's shelter to Ma.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAt that time, when Mathi and her horse-drawn carriage arrived in front of the mansion, it started to rain. She got off the carriage and stood by the gate without an umbrella, exposed to the rain. The councilwoman, who was also with Mathi and who had come to Mandalay for shopping, also had only one piece of cloth on her head. Her cloth was enough for her whole head. Her husband and the other two councilors also had hats. Mathi only had... a patch of cloth and a bare headscarf...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI wasn't too afraid of the rain. But..... My fever had just started to go away. I was afraid that it would get worse after the rain. I didn't dare to get sick in the unknown place they brought me. Oh.. At that time, I was more afraid of the rain than the cold again, and I was more afraid of the big lock on the door, and I was anxiously watching the council elders with blue briefcases that said \"Kyauk Myaung Township Party Unit Biweekly Meeting\" as they walked in.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat kind of women's shelter did Mathi come to now? How would she treat Mathi? From the gate, she saw a large courtyard... with large two-story buildings. She could see one or two girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter a while, an old man who looked like a scoundrel came out and opened the door. A teacher was standing nearby. Mathi and I were taken to a corner room downstairs in the barracks and asked to sit down. It was a very nice room with glass cabinets and chairs. It looked like the teacher's office...\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"That's right, teacher. My parents are no longer here, and they're not from our village. Someone else came. When I came, he was with his stepfather... and I have to say, I'm sick. That's what teacher...\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI want to be rude. I got up and ran to the corner of the room where the big \"Bow\" was written. That way, I wouldn't have to hear what they were saying. Whether the things they were saying were true or not, they were true, very true. But even though I had committed those truths, I really didn't dare to listen.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eI wiped the raindrops off my head and face with my hand, staring at the large board with the letters written on it. Their voices could still be heard in the small room.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"The things written on the board are the daily tasks.\" Ah... those are the tasks that the women in that women's shelter have to do. What are they? Mathi is very interested. Yes... If Mathi is accepted by the teacher, she will have to do these tasks in this shelter, right?.......\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Get up at five in the morning and worship.” The problem is, Mathi has never woken up at this time. When my uncle, Ko Tun Tin, brought me, I only woke up at four in the morning when I was on a boat to Kyauktaw. Wait, after worshipping, should I go back to sleep? What’s wrong? Then… “Clean the bed and rooms.” And then… take a bath at seven in the morning.” And then after taking a bath, I’ll come to eat. Well… eat at ten in the morning. Oh… that’s a big problem. Mathi can’t stay up from five to ten. By six in the morning, Mathi has already eaten half of the rice and fried rice. Now what’s the point…\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhat about after lunch? \"From eleven o'clock in the afternoon to two o'clock in the evening, I'm going to learn how to weave and sew. Well... I don't have any interest in these either. Okay... You can learn too. The important thing is, will you come after lunch to learn those skills?\" \u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"စိတ်ကူးချိုချိုစာပေ","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45568715489429,"sku":"","price":8100.0,"currency_code":"MMK","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0609\/9756\/6613\/products\/1_92cf28df-3073-4d01-8054-706d3a06c07e.jpg?v=1730210784"},{"product_id":"နုနုရည်အင်း၀-ချစ်တဲ့သူသခင်မြင်လာအုန်း","title":"Nunu Si Inwa - The Lord Who Loves Me Sees Me","description":"\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\" data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Colorful fast\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\"Take a photo, sister, I'll apply makeup for free, and I'll have a variety of clothes. Take a photo like a Shan girl, a princess, or a Japanese girl. Look at the photos I've attached here. How beautiful. This is the last one I took in a Lankan dress. But I'll take a photo of you while you're at the Buddha festival. The men over there are preparing it for you, brother. Take a photo of you riding a motorcycle, standing in front of a car, or playing drums? The materials are real, brother, not made of paper.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eShwe Kyaw Ma Aye Khaing has a very shrill voice. She can talk without getting tired. I don't even know if she's breathing. Her voice echoes to where Thin Mar is applying makeup. It's a familiar voice, a familiar voice. Well, I used to shout the same voice from a while ago, but the sun is hot and I'm tired from work, so I'm tired of hearing this voice. In the meantime, she would poke her head through the curtain and shout enthusiastically, \"I'll shoot you with a lamp, sister, I'll shoot you with an actress, sister.\" At such times, Thin Mar's eyebrow pencil or the scarf would suddenly become stiff. Her eyebrows would grow up to her ears, and her round,\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis goldsmith job is with him. Thin Ka Lae is happy with this kind of shouting. She still thinks that she has no problem living in a goldsmith life. I don't know how, Thin Mar and I had to work hard to get through this goldsmith life. I was so tired of the goldsmith life. Like this. In these traveling photo shops, the work is divided into levels for female workers like Thin Mar and I.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe first step, the job I started doing right after I got the job, was to greet people like Aye Khaing and others. It was the lowest and most tiring job among the girls' jobs at the photo shop. I had to stand outside the photo shop all the time and invite people who came to the pagoda festival to take pictures with sweet words. I had to greet people.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis job looks easy but is very tiring. It is a small job. I have to call you in the morning outside the photo shop, and I have to wait for you to sit down. The job is not easy. I have to call strangers, men and women, whom I have never met before, and tell them to take pictures with my brother, sister, and younger sister. The shop owner is very polite, but he really doesn't talk much when he starts working. When I first started working, I was put under the pressure of the shop owner. I only did \"Brother, sister, do you want to take pictures?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eJust because you're good at it doesn't mean you're not good at it. Like the layout of these traveling photo shops, they take pictures of the girls in various strange clothes and show them the photos they've taken with the best makeup and say, \"Take a picture of me, sister. You look so beautiful with me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Hey, what about this kind of alms package?” What’s wrong? You can’t just talk to someone and not want to be photographed. It’s not like you’re talking to someone for a long time. People on one side and people on the other side are talking, their hands are pointing at this photo, their mouths are moving, if possible, you should not only take a picture of one person, but also the whole group of people around you, so that the children on your back and the children holding your hand don’t miss out, and you can talk to them with beautiful photos of your grandchildren.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe decorations of the traveling photo booths are also scary. As these traveling photo booths become popular at every gazetteer festival across the country, their decorations are also really scary. The cost is almost a hundred thousand. The settings that have to be carried to make the photo booth look as grand as a palace are not small. The photo booth has to be built like a palace with a wrought iron veranda, glass doors, and a lattice fence that looks like a palace.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eInside, there are two rooms, one for men and one for women, on the left and right sides of the shop. In the remaining space in the middle, there are large tables, chairs, televisions, motorcycles, and cars. A small artificial garden is also prepared. There are also plenty of lights to keep the lights on. The lights are always powered by a private generator.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eOnly one. Everything is great. This item\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e For the people, it's still expensive to buy at least two three-ton trucks. Even so, the owner's family drives a Datsun.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Oh.. the entrance to the photo gallery. It's full of photos. That place is a place for golden girls.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAfter the gold rush, the next step is the changing room. In the changing room, the people who will be photographed are given different clothes to wear. They adjust the clothes to fit the different body types. After the photo is taken, they take it off. And the mouth is saying, \"Can I take another picture with this dress?\" In the photo, I have to say how beautiful this dress is and what else.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe next step is the makeup application stage. If it is true that the makeup artists who talk coolly are applying makeup, then Thin Mar and I are makeup artists. That is to say, it is good. For the four, five, and six grade students and Thin Mar, the word teacher is something that makes you want to be proud, and when others hear it, you want to be impressed. But it is really nothing. They are applying makeup with no knowledge. They are applying makeup with a makeup method that any girl can learn by just sitting and watching for ten minutes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eIf you have a face, first put a small amount of the local makeup on your cheek. One. You can't put two. The shop owner is sitting next to you and is warning you. Spread the paste all over your face. Then apply red makeup on both cheeks. What is red makeup? It's a mixture of yellow makeup and leftover lipstick that Thin Mar uses. Apply these two types of makeup and then lightly dust with a little bit of powder. Then apply a bold lipstick, draw your eyebrows, and draw your eyelashes with an eyebrow pencil, and your makeup is done. But every girl applies it on her cheeks and chin. Some of them even want to wear false eyelashes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHow can you buy so many sets of false eyelashes for so many people? So, here's the trick. I drew a small eyelash line on my eyelid with a hand-held eyebrow pencil. It doesn't look bad in the photo. The most important thing when applying makeup is to be fast. You have to be able to apply one eyelash after another quickly.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe last step is hair styling. It is the highest level of work among the girls in the photo studio, but it is not very rewarding. You have to style the hair with ready-made hairstyles and make it look good. But you have to clip the hair in front to fit the face of the person who will be photographed. Here too, you have to be fast. You have to do it one by one. You also have to handle the hairstyles so that they are not damaged. Well, that's how the jobs are divided into levels. The younger ones are a little more comfortable, but they try to move up the ranks. The salary is the same for the older ones.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe golden and cold one is one hundred.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Mya Mya Win and others who changed clothes were also one hundred.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Thinmar and I also put on a lot of makeup.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e There are also hundreds of people who do hair for our smiling mothers.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThis hundred rupees of rice is enough to feed two meals. No matter what kind of rice, feeding one hundred rupees a month is a huge task for people like Thin Mar and Aye Khaing who are uneducated and have no money.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Where are your eyes? It’s a busy day, so they don’t pay attention to what I say. Neither Mu Swe nor Mya Mya Win are wearing anything. The clothes are brand new, made just before the festival. I’ll have to ask them to change them, otherwise they’ll be in trouble.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe shop owner Aunty Myint's angry tone made Thin Mar's eyes widen as she tried to sleep. She went again. Another set of clothes was taken from where Mya Mya Win and I were changing. As Aunty Myint said, if the clothes were new, Mya Mya Win would still be happy. They also looked at each other. But Thin Mar and I couldn't sleep at night, and in the heat of the afternoon, we all wanted to sleep. We took pictures in that sleep and didn't take them off before leaving. There were a lot of people. The last days of the Buddhist festival are very crowded. People who take pictures also come more on such days. People don't stop until twelve o'clock at night. Thin Mar and I only slept for an hour.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e“Yes, it’s a quick photo of you. If you’re going to take it now, come here after the morning party. It’s ready. It’s not much, sister. A colored postcard costs sixteen kyats. Come on, sister, come in this way.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n \u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAye Khaing's voice is even more hoarse because of Aunty Myint's voice. This girl is also sleep deprived and has to work hard, and her voice is getting hoarse. Ma Shwe Aye Khaing must have given her some encouragement. 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