Maung Moe Thu - Don't let go, my love.

"The end" as "the beginning"

When I returned to the office after lunch, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. As soon as I opened the office door and entered, my secretary looked up.

I said, "Haven't those contracts arrived from the lawyer yet?" The secretary nodded and said, "They arrived and I've placed them on your desk, Brad."

I walked past the outer office where the secretary was sitting, into my private office, and sat down at my desk. I picked up the contracts I had asked about earlier and looked at them. I flipped through the thick stacks of papers.

The neatly typed documents detail exactly where, what is in which area, and what will be done. It is a truly massive undertaking.

As I began to read these pages, a surge of satisfaction filled my heart. It was a spontaneous feeling, and I could not help it. It tasted sweeter, I thought, than a good brandy after a good dinner.

At that moment, the secretary's little girl stepped forward and let me know that the phone was ringing. I picked up the phone. However, my eyes were still on the contract I was reading in my hand.

My secretary said in a soft voice, "This is Paul Ramsey calling from Washington on line 2." "Yes, that's fine."

I pressed the 2nd line button. I said hello into the phone. I'm sure there was a hint of comfort in my voice. I

"Paul...I'm holding the contract in my hand right now, so I can't finish my sentence." Paul interrupted, "Brad."

Paul's voice was hard and urgent. There was a hint of something disturbing. The hint of something disturbing in his tone made my heart tremble with fear and anxiety.

I controlled myself and said, "What's wrong, Paul?" Paul said, "An Elaine committed suicide."

Paul's words felt like hellfire pouring into my ears.

The contract papers I was holding suddenly fell from my hands.

I said, "That's impossible, Paul."

The white sheets of contract were scattered across the table and onto the floor. My entire chest felt tight, as if someone was holding me tightly. Twice I tried to speak into the telephone. Both times, no words came out of my mouth.

. I threw myself on the chair and sat down. I don't know when I stood up from my seat. I felt like my entire office was spinning like a spinning top. I closed my eyes.

"Elaine.."

I was sobbing silently, whispering Elaine's name over and over again.

"Alain... Alain..."

Finally, I tried my best and spoke into the telephone.

"When did it happen, Paul? How could it happen?"

My voice is so dry and cracked that I can't even recognize my own voice.

Paul said, "I took sleeping pills last night."

I let out a sigh. I was beginning to regain control of myself.

"Why, Paul?"

I tried to ask a question out loud, but I already knew the answer inside.

I continued, "What's the matter... didn't you leave a note?"

"I didn't leave any notes, I didn't order anything, and no one knows why."

I felt relieved that the girl had finished her part on her own. Now my voice was strong and I said,

"That's really shocking news, Paul," Paul said.

"We're all shocked, Brad. Everything is going to be fine for Elaine. Edith said three or four weeks ago, Elaine looks so happy, she's so refreshed, and you've helped Elaine do the work she needs to do, and you've shown Elaine that she still has work to do in life to help people."

My heart started pounding. "I know...I know."

Paul said

"That's why I had to call you, Brad. Elaine is very fond of you. She believes you're the best. Elaine always tells Edith that you're a very good person to her."

Paul's words are tinged with hurtful feelings. I must stop Paul from saying such hurtful things. Otherwise, Paul's words will become like a dagger to my heart. I

"I also believe that Elaine is a very good girl."

My voice cracked as I said that. Paul, who didn't seem to notice anything,

"We all think the same, Brad. We all look at Elaine in awe. We wonder how Elaine survived the terrible experiences she went through, how she had the courage to rebuild the world, and now we can't understand it." I closed my eyes again.

Yes, they will never be able to understand Elaine.

But I know. I know a lot. I know a lot.

"When will the funeral be held?"

Look, I'm automatically asking the traditional questions again. Paul said

“The funeral will be held tomorrow.” Paul named the church where the funeral will be held. Then he continued.

"It will be held at 11 o'clock, and Elaine's body will be buried next to the graves of her husband and child."

My heart sank again. I said, "I'll come over, we'll meet there. What more can I do for the poor Kyaal Lain?"

"No, Brad, we've all arranged our work, and there's nothing we can do for Elaine now."

I put down the phone.

The sound of Paul's words echoed in my ears. Then I looked out into the physical world ahead, and saw the documents scattered all over the table, the smell of the table, and the floor. I was like a robot, looking for work, picking up the scattered papers one by one.

At that moment, tears suddenly started to flow from my eyes.

At that moment, I heard the door of the room open. I didn't even look up.

My secretary, Mickey, was standing in front of me, I could see her legs. Mickey put a comforting hand on my shoulder. Mickey said, “I’m sorry, Brad.” I straightened up and looked at Mickey. Then, “You know, right?” Mickey nodded. Then

“Paul told me about the benefits before he called you. It was really heartbreaking news.”

Mickey's other hand reached forward. In Mickey's hand was a glass of wine.

I took the glass and put it to my lips. Mickey followed me and picked up the papers I had picked up. By the time Mickey finished picking up the papers, I had already taken a gulp of the glass. Mickey looked up at me, wondering what he was going to do next.

I gritted my teeth. It was actually just a smile. But the smile on my face was not visible, it was just a grin.

"I'm fine, I'll just leave it here and read it slowly later."

When I got to Mickey's door,

"Mickey, don't answer the phone when it rings. I don't want to see anyone. Just say I'm not here, okay?"

Mickey nodded and left the room, gently closing the door from the outside.

I walked to the window and looked out at the world outside. The sky was blue, like winter. The white buildings were blue.

It's like they're trying to reach the sky. The new buildings in Madison Square Garden, which will be about half a million square feet, are growing like an anthill. This is a real place... a real place, a really big thing, and I'm a big part of it.

This kind of great achievement was the greatest and most intense desire I had ever dreamed of since I was a child. Now I know how powerful this kind of great achievement is. What if it is worth nothing? What if it is worth nothing? What if a little human being walking down that street is worth more than all of this city combined? Elaine is dead. But in my heart, I can't believe it.

In my mind, I imagined that I had just kissed Elaine's warm, sweet, rose-colored lips. I could still hear Elaine's sweet, sweet words in my ears, as if they had just been spoken.

"Elaine.."

I whispered Elaine's name. The sound of that name, which had once been soft and sweet, now pierced my heart like a knife. Why did you do this, Elaine... The sound of a phone call coming into the room echoed loudly on the table.

I walked back to the table, picked up the phone angrily, and said, "I told you not to accept incoming calls, didn't I?"

My secretary, Mickey, said in a soft, low voice,

“Your father is outside, Brad.” “Yes, then come in.” I waited, facing the door.

Dad limped into the room. Dad always limped like this whenever he walked. The only times I saw him in his full glory were when he was sitting in his wheelchair, commanding. His dark eyes searched my face for the shades of emotion. Then he said,

"Have you heard the news?"

"The end" as "the beginning"

When I returned to the office after lunch, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. As soon as I opened the office door and entered, my secretary looked up.

I said, "Haven't those contracts arrived from the lawyer yet?" The secretary nodded and said, "They arrived and I've placed them on your desk, Brad."

I walked past the outer office where the secretary was sitting, into my private office, and sat down at my desk. I picked up the contracts I had asked about earlier and looked at them. I flipped through the thick stacks of papers.

The neatly typed documents detail exactly where, what is in which area, and what will be done. It is a truly massive undertaking.

As I began to read these pages, a surge of satisfaction filled my heart. It was a spontaneous feeling, and I could not help it. It tasted sweeter, I thought, than a good brandy after a good dinner.

At that moment, the secretary's little girl stepped forward and let me know that the phone was ringing. I picked up the phone. However, my eyes were still on the contract I was reading in my hand.

My secretary said in a soft, low voice, "This is Paul Ramsey calling from Washington on line 2." "Yes, that's fine."

I pressed the 2nd line button. I said hello into the phone. I'm sure there was a hint of comfort in my voice. I

"Paul...I'm holding the contract in my hand right now, so I can't finish my sentence." Paul interrupted, "Brad."

Paul's voice was hard and urgent. There was a hint of something disturbing. The hint of something disturbing in his tone made my heart tremble with fear and anxiety.

I controlled myself and said, "What's wrong, Paul?" Paul said, "An Elaine committed suicide."

Paul's words felt like hellfire pouring into my ears.

The contract papers I was holding suddenly fell from my hands.

I said, "That's impossible, Paul."

The white sheets of contract were scattered across the table and onto the floor. My entire chest felt tight, as if someone was holding me tightly. Twice I tried to speak into the telephone. Both times, no words came out of my mouth.

. I threw myself on the chair and sat down. I don't know when I stood up from my seat. I felt like my entire office was spinning like a spinning top. I closed my eyes.

"Elaine.."

I was sobbing silently, whispering Elaine's name over and over again.

"Elaine... Elaine..."

Finally, I tried my best and spoke into the telephone.

"When did it happen, Paul? How could it happen?"

My voice is so dry and cracked that I can't even recognize my own voice.

Paul said, "I took sleeping pills last night."

I let out a sigh. I was beginning to regain control of myself.

"Why, Paul?"

I tried to ask a question out loud, but I already knew the answer inside.

I continued, "What's the matter... didn't you leave a note?"

"I didn't leave any notes, I didn't order anything, and no one knows why."

I felt relieved that the girl had finished her part on her own. Now my voice was strong and I said,

"That's really shocking news, Paul," Paul said.

"We're all shocked, Brad. Everything is going to be fine for Elaine. Edith said three or four weeks ago, Elaine looks so happy, she's so refreshed, and you've helped Elaine do the work she needs to do, and you've shown Elaine that she still has work to do in life to help people."

My heart started pounding. "I know...I know."

Paul said

"That's why I had to call you, Brad. Elaine has a great affection for you. She believes you're the best. Elaine always tells Edith that you're a very good person to her."

Paul's words are tinged with hurtful feelings. I must stop Paul from saying such hurtful things. Otherwise, Paul's words will become like a dagger to my heart. I

"I also believe that Elaine is a very good girl."

My voice cracked as I said that. Paul, who didn't seem to notice anything,

"We all think the same, Brad. We all look at Elaine in awe. We wonder how Elaine survived the terrible experiences she went through, how she had the courage to rebuild the world, and now we can't understand it." I closed my eyes again.

Yes, they will never be able to understand Elaine.

But I know. I know a lot. I know a lot.

"When will the funeral be held?"

Look, I'm automatically asking the traditional questions again. Paul said

“The funeral will be held tomorrow.” Paul named the church where the funeral will be held. Then he continued.

"It will be held at 11 o'clock, and Elaine's body will be buried next to the graves of her husband and child."

My heart sank again. I said, "I'll come over, we'll meet there. What more can I do for the poor Kyaal Lain?"

"No, Brad, we've all arranged our work, and there's nothing we can do for Elaine now."

I put down the phone.

The sound of Paul's words echoed in my ears. Then I looked out into the physical world ahead, and saw the documents scattered all over the table, the smell of the table, and the floor. I was like a robot, looking for work, picking up the scattered papers one by one.

At that moment, tears suddenly started to flow from my eyes.

At that moment, I heard the door of the room open. I didn't even look up.

My secretary, Mickey, was standing in front of me, I could see her legs. Mickey put a comforting hand on my shoulder. Mickey said, “I’m sorry, Brad.” I straightened up and looked at Mickey. Then, “You know, right?” Mickey nodded. Then

“Paul told me about the benefits before he called you. It was really heartbreaking news.”

Mickey's other hand reached forward. In Mickey's hand was a glass of wine.

I took the glass and put it to my lips. Mickey followed me and picked up the papers I had picked up. By the time Mickey finished picking up the papers, I had already taken a gulp of the glass. Mickey looked up at me, wondering what he was going to do next.

I gritted my teeth. It was actually just a smile. But the smile on my face was not visible, it was just a grin.

"I'm fine, I'll just leave it here and read it slowly later."

When I got to Mickey's door,

"Mickey, don't answer the phone when it rings. I don't want to see anyone. Just say I'm not here, okay?"

Mickey nodded and left the room, gently closing the door from the outside.

I walked to the window and looked out at the world outside. The sky was blue, like winter. The white buildings were blue.

It's like they're trying to reach the sky. The new buildings in Madison Square Garden, which will be about half a million square feet, are growing like an anthill. This is a real place... a real place, a really big thing, and I'm a big part of it.

This kind of great achievement was the greatest and most intense desire I had ever dreamed of since I was a child. Now I know how powerful this kind of great achievement is. What if it is worth nothing? What if it is worth nothing? What if a little human being walking down that street is worth more than all of this city combined? Elaine is dead. But in my heart, I can't believe it.

In my mind, I imagined that I had just kissed Elaine's warm, sweet, rose-colored lips. I could still hear Elaine's sweet, sweet words in my ears, as if they had just been spoken.

"Elaine.."

I whispered Elaine's name. The sound of that name, which had once been soft and sweet, now pierced my heart like a knife. Why did you do this, Elaine... The sound of a phone call coming into the room echoed loudly on the table.

I walked back to the table, picked up the phone angrily, and said, "I told you not to accept calls inside, didn't I?"

My secretary, Mickey, said in a soft, low voice,

“Your father is outside, Brad.” “Yes, then come in.” I waited, facing the door.

Dad limped into the room. Dad always limped like this whenever he walked. The only times I saw him in his full glory were when he was sitting in his wheelchair, commanding. His dark eyes searched my face for the shades of emotion. Then he said,

"Have you heard the news?"