Moe Moe (Inya) - Joe

My name is Joe.

My father and mother called me "Snoo" and "Joe" when I was a child. I don't know why they called me that. Sometimes, when adults talk to children who don't understand them at all, they try to make themselves sound like children. Then the adults start talking nonsense. It's very funny to outsiders. It's very happy for them. The child will pretend to understand what they're saying, and even if they don't, they'll respond to the adults and comfort them. I only started thinking about this when I had my first child.

My parents and I, when we were young, kept talking and talking, and the name Joe, which came out of nowhere, seemed to be my childhood name. I prefer that name to my legal name, Theo Aung. I am a Saturnian. Or, to all, I am Saturn.

You might even call me a fool. My name is Joe, isn't it? I came from the bottom of the social ladder. I wasn't very educated. According to my sister, I wasn't very educated because I wasn't very educated. That's why I don't delve into the meaning of life as deeply as my sister, the philosophy teacher. The life I knew was the lowest, the most meaningless, the most meaningless. The basic reasons that led to my life being born were the reasons that I would never forget for the rest of my life, and they were the reasons that would destroy my life. Is that clear? I don't think so.

No one will understand me clearly except me. I am now in the shadow of the forest at the foot of the Douna Mountain, reflecting on my life. It is the first time I have reflected on my life. It may be the last. I cannot say.

If I had to spend my life under the shadow of the devil, I don't think anyone would know that a fool like me has left this world. Now I am alone thinking about my own affairs, which no one else knows.

I lost consciousness due to malaria and when I regained consciousness, I recalled my thoughts. When I lost consciousness again, I fell into a deep darkness, and my thoughts were cut off again. When I regained consciousness again......

Endless thoughts swirled around me, entangling me once again.

"You cried for your mother tonight, right, Joe? Don't cry for your mother, don't cry for your mother. If your mother could see what you're going through, she'd die again from the life she's already lived, you know. Don't let your mother die twice, Joe."

My older sister is holding back my tears that are flowing hotly. She has the right to hold them back. My mother has been crying twice. If my mother's spirit could see and hear me, would she go back to the Shao again? My older sister is quiet but very eloquent. She is a learned teacher. I have to hold back my tears that are flowing.

"How much my mother suffered for you. Do you know what a tragedy she was? She died, Joey? You know, she was in the hospital, she was in a coma, she couldn't breathe. The doctors who were taking care of her thought that this patient was in a very bad condition and asked if she had any close relatives to look after. So they said that I had a son, so she couldn't breathe. You may not believe it, but within five minutes of your arrival, my mother, who had been unconscious for three days, passed away.

I cried, thinking it was unfair to stop me from crying.

"You are a man, there is no point in ruining your life by making trivial circumstances into a joke. It is because of your father and mother's suffering, and I am the one who is suffering. If you had faced life with meaning, you would not have suffered like this."

I wiped away my manly tears. I looked at my sister. My sister wasn't crying at all. I asked my very brave sister a question.

"Who is my mother?" "Yes."

My sister was shocked and closed her eyes tightly. "You're going to torture yourself by making up nonsense."

"I'm asking because I don't know. To this day, I still don't know who my father is or who my mother is. That's what I want to know."

"What's the point of you knowing all this?" "I just want to know one thing."

“Well, if you want to know, I’ll tell you, and my mother’s name is Daw Daung Sein.”

"Mom, mom"

When you came to our house, you were 10 months old. You used to call your mother "mother." Your whole body was covered in dirt and grime. U Mya Aye, who lives next door, met you and your mother at the top of the road. Your mother was walking with a three-year-old daughter by the hand. She said that she could not have a child anymore and would give it to anyone who wanted it. So U Mya Aye remembered how our father loved children and was crazy about wanting a son. At that time, my mother had not had another child for a long time. Doctors and healers did not explain why. My mother gave birth to me and could not have another child. I have a seven-year-old daughter.

U Mya Aye brought you and your family home. He called you out of pity, do you know why? I don't know what kind of people you'll meet if you fall into the hands of others. Our father and mother really love children, so they brought you here because they wanted you to be well. It's good luck for you. It's like buying trouble for your father and mother.

As soon as my father heard about you, he said, “I will give birth to this child.” You know how rich and well-off my father was at that time. When my father picked up the child, who was covered in sores and dirty, and I didn’t know where he came from, the people around him were surprised and wrinkled their noses. You cried. “Mother, mother,” you cried.

Joe's arrival has made our whole house busy. Our whole house is me, my father, and my mother. We still have a list of tenants in our house. They are just watching the matter from the sidelines. Dad immediately invited some of the elders of the neighborhood. He said that he would adopt the child permanently and wanted to draw up a contract to avoid any future problems, so everyone got together to help. Joe's mother also signed the permanent adoption agreement, saying that she would not interfere in any way. She also gave him her fingerprints because she could not read. She also told him that the child's father had passed away. When asked if he would give the eldest daughter to anyone, he said that he would not give the daughter to anyone.

When everything was over, the father and mother gave the child's mother fifty rupees. They also told her not to come home in the future so that the child would not be forgotten. Our mother held the child the whole time. The child looked at his mother and cried.

When the mother returned, the father and mother brought the child from the neighborhood elder's house and fed him snacks. The child did not eat and did not stop crying. The father ran to buy a box of bread, milk powder, etc. He gave the child milk, but he did not drink it. When he cried too much and became tired, he would cuddle him and fall asleep.

Our whole family is happy but sad.

I had to take care of Joe. My parents were rich, but they were very organized, so they didn't have maids. My mother did the housework. I was a girl and now I was an older sister, so I had to help my mother. My father was a merchant and often traveled from Bago to Yangon. Our house was a market stall on the bank of a stream in Pan Hlaing Township.

When Joe arrived, he was dirty and covered in lice. My mother and I bathed him every day with a decoction of tamarind leaves. Soon, our entire house was covered in lice.

Joe is a very big boy. He eats five pieces of bread at a time, holding them in one hand. We are happy that Joe is growing up healthy and strong. And we also saw a very strange incident.

Mom sleeps with Joe.

If the baby cries at night, the father gets up and feeds her. I am a young girl,