Good morning - Nori

Chapter (1)

On a hot summer afternoon, a nine-year-old boy sat in a shady spot on the side of a road in Yangon, watching the children happily playing and buying and eating snacks.

Because the child was young, he did not seem to think much about his own suffering, but when he saw the children happily shopping, eating, and playing in front of him, he wanted to eat, drink, and play, but he thought, "I have no friends, no acquaintances, no one invites me to play, no one feeds me when I want to eat, and I am a poor child."

Some students came to him and made fun of him while eating the bread. But the boy, realizing his helpless situation, remained patient and did not say a word.

The students were students from a nearby government-funded Burmese school.

As the child sat there, lost in thought, his mind hated his life as a fatherless boy. He hated the students who were unkind to him. He hated the teacher who didn't care much about him because he had no face. For a mind that is tortured, a mind that is in pain, is like a withered tree. In that withered tree, the buds of love wither and fall before they can blossom.

In fact, this world is not a world for the rich alone. The sun, moon, and stars that shine in the sky do not shine on anyone, so the rain and wind do not fall on any field. The sun and moon that shine on the palace grounds do not fade in front of the huts of the poor peasants. The rain that falls on the fields of the rich, which have ten thousand acres, also provides enough water for those who grow rice and make a living.

They are the children of the world. This vast and inexhaustible heritage is not assigned to any one person, but is a common property.

But the wealth of the world is like a shadow cast by the power of the clouds. Sometimes it is cold in that place. Sometimes it is shady in that place. In the end, it is not permanent in any place, and those who think that it is a permanent shadow will find great misery on a day when it is not permanent.

In this vast world, the trees of wealth, which are constantly and silently decaying and disappearing, move from one place to another like shadows. The rich come to the life of a servant. The servant comes to the life of a master. The donkey that climbs the mountain thinks that the world is its own. When it is dying, it is not time to find a way to escape death, nor can it avoid destruction. Change is fate, says the magician.

That teacher could mold human beings into clay, and they were crushed in his hands.

No matter how poor the child may be, the path of transformation lies before him. He is a person who, like the great Tsar, can inherit the wealth of the world. For this land is the inheritance of all who live on it.

While the boy was sitting alone, a young, fair-skinned girl about his age came up to him, looking at his face. When she got close, she found herself face to face with the boy. However,

They didn't say a word. The little girl had such a noble demeanor and graceful posture that the boy didn't dare to look at her face for long, so he bowed his head and left.

Meanwhile, the little girl asked in a soft, pleasant voice, “Why aren’t you playing?” The little girl, recognizing the powerful voice, suddenly looked up at him, and after a long moment of consideration, asked, “Are you the teacher’s daughter?”

The little girl shook her head and asked, "If I were a boy, I would play. Don't you know how to play? Why don't you buy food? Don't you have money?" The little girl shook her head and smiled, stood up from her seat, put her hands in her pockets, and sat down, looking at the ground, doing a crouching pose.

Then the little girl asked, “You live in this school, right?” The little girl nodded, looked up at the little girl’s face, and asked, “You live in this school, right?” The little girl nodded.

Then the little boy came to the police station and asked, “Where do you live?” The little girl said, “On the other side of the street, I used to live in Dawei. My father worked as a city manager in Dawei, and my mother died, so I came here with my grandmother.”

Then the little boy said kindly, "But... don't you have a mother? Just like me, I don't have a mother or a father. I live with my uncle in the back."

The little girl felt very sorry for the boy, realizing that he was poorer than her, and asked, "But... both father and mother are gone, aren't you? Isn't your uncle abusing you?"

The boy... "I don't abuse you, my aunt is very angry. I sent you to school because I was afraid that my aunt would beat me because I had to go to work. My aunt gets angry when my aunt gives me money," he said sadly.

Then the little girl looked at the boy with a more compassionate face. When she finished speaking, she said, “Come, let’s go to the other side of the road. People are very busy in Yangon. Let’s go and see if it’s not fun to watch.” She went to the shore, and the boy followed her without saying a word.

When they reached the bank, the two stood in the shade of a tree and looked out. The wind blowing from the river blew coolly towards the boy and the girl. The boy ran happily in the air, and the girl ran with him. Then they went to a nearby shop with the girl, and the girl bought some patties and sweets, and the boy put them in his pocket as if he wanted to pay, and he was shy. However, the girl took the money from her handkerchief and gave it to her... "Come, let's go over there," they said, and ran to the Nyaungpinlay Bridge. When they arrived, the girl sat down in the shade of a tree, and the boy stood there. The little girl said, "Come and sit down," and spread out the handkerchief and the candy in front of her. "Eat, eat," she said, and she began to eat.

The little boy grew a little stronger and sat down to eat.

The little boy asked, “Where is Dawei?” The little girl stood up, stretched out her hand towards the sea, and stood on her tiptoes, looking around with eager eyes. Then she looked at the little boy and said, “Dawei is a very pleasant city. The sea is wide and the islands are very beautiful. In Dawei, there are many durians and all kinds of food. Every morning, various birds come and rest on the tree in front of our house. The birds’ voices are so sweet and joyful.

It's good, and there are all kinds of shells on the seashore, beautiful and beautiful... Big shells, small shells, shiny and beautiful baby shells, round stones, gold stones, silver stones, there are so many. Living alone with my father, I miss my mother very much. "We are very nostalgic for Dawei... will you come?" he said with tears in his eyes. The boy could not say a word, but he just stared at the lovely face of the little girl who was sobbing and talking in a slurred voice. The little girl was round, not thin, with fair skin, a thin face, wide eyes, curly eyelashes, a straight nose, red lips, straight teeth, and a beautiful combination of beauty. But the boy thought of her as a goddess who had come to relieve his miserable life, and he was so happy that he was immersed in a beautiful vision.