Athitaw Hla Aung - Monroe

I don't know what fate will come back.

His golden hair was limp and falling in a messy bun. His whole body was dripping with water and cold.

She was so cold that she was about to cry. Her face was so beautiful that she could barely see it. That's right. She was only 13 months old, but her beauty was so obvious.

The beauty on the faces of children is eternal and permanent.

All children have not yet done any impure work in the world of humanity. None of the sins of the world have fallen upon them.

Because of the pure life, the pure beauty, the beginning of a life free from faults and defects, even when she cries, that little face is filled with love and kindness. Even when she laughs, that little face is filled with love and joy.

Similarly, the face of a 13-month-old baby girl, who was left crying and crying because of the cold, is still beautiful. Her beauty is more obvious than that of other babies.

When the child, who was made up of more than ordinary beauty, looked at her face, the tender heart was moved. The loving conscience was awakened. The happy heart was touched.

"Mom..."

The sound of her sobbing, mixed with the sound of her sobbing, was as sweet to the ear as the autumn breeze swayed the leaves of many trees.

"It's done, it's done, my daughter is clever, don't cry quietly. I have to feed my daughter a lot of bread, that Lester is very bad, I will beat him. I will feed my daughter a lot of bread, I will dress her in beautiful clothes, I will call you Auntie Aida, Auntie is not my mother, my mother is the red-haired woman who often comes to my daughter."

The little girl in the bathtub stopped crying as she stared at Aida Bolinda's face.

What does she understand? Will she understand what Idalinda says? The little girl will not understand anything other than lots of bread and pretty clothes. She is only 13 months old now. She only hears the other children calling her, and she imitates saying "Mommy."

The first human word a human being utters in his life when he enters the human world is the word "mom".

However, if a young girl is unlucky enough to call her "Mommy," she will never get the chance to call her real mother "Ma Mae Huu."

And so, he arrived in the midst of humanity, an orphan, alone, without a companion.

He is..

Norman Jean

His golden hair was limp and falling in a messy bun. His whole body was cold.

His eyes were closed, as if he were sleeping soundly. His lips seemed to be in a faint smile.

Beauty was on the big firewood. When I looked down at her face, which was still and motionless on the stone table, I was so captivated by her beauty that I didn't want to leave her.

The cheeks are no longer as pink as the rosy lips, but a faint hint of pink is still visible.

Even though the green veins were no longer visible, the full neck remained smooth and firm, unblemished and beautiful.

To his left and right, and at his head and feet, were rows of stone tables. On most of these stone tables, like him, were men and women of all sizes, shapes, and colors, sitting peacefully. Like him, all were dressed in white robes.

The location turned out to be the Los Angeles County Hospital morgue.

All those present on the stone table were people whose names were unknown, who did not know how to bury them because they did not know their names, and who knew their names but did not yet have anyone responsible for burying them.

Among them, the most beautiful was the world-famous movie star Marilyn Monroe.

No one has come forward to bury her yet. No one has taken responsibility. No one has come forward to claim that this remains belongs to them. No one has come forward to bury her, even though it is not theirs, but someone they know well. No one has come forward to take responsibility for her burial. Marilyn Monroe is Norman Jean.

Norma Jeane, who came into the world alone, rose to fame as Marilyn Monroe, and left the world alone. The world admired her beauty, but at the end of her life, she faced loneliness.

Naw Man, who had never had the opportunity to call his real mother with the first word he learned, "Mom," did not know how to feel resentful. Therefore, he did not know that he would cry out of resentment.

When Marilyn Monroe left the world alone, naked and alone, her life had come to an end.

That's why she doesn't cry. Her unique beauty is waiting for her time to wither and dry on the stone table in the morgue.

Countless pairs of mischievous eyes rushed from all directions, stopping and immersing themselves in the crowd of children.

The orphanage and the school where the children study are located more than four streets apart. The children from the orphanage travel to a local school more than four streets away every day to study. The work of going to school and finishing school is a constant for them.

You don't have to wear the same uniform when you go to school. You can wear whatever you like and whatever you are comfortable with while you are at the shelter.

However, when going to and from school, they line up in pairs to cross the school and the orphanage. So even though they don't have to wear the same uniform, passersby already know that they are children from the orphanage.

A ten-year-old girl named Norma Jean.

He has grown beyond his years. His whole body has developed. He has grown tall.

More remarkable than that was her obvious beauty. The red wool sweater she wore matched her skin tone. It matched her blonde hair. He knew very well how beautiful she was. He had looked at himself many times in the full-length mirror in the living room of the shelter. He had looked at his face many times in the mirror in his bedroom. He had seen his reflection in the mirrors in other rooms too many times to count. So he knew how beautiful she was. He was convinced that her beauty was more extraordinary than the beauty of others. There were also credible eyewitness accounts.

One Saturday, the director of the shelter called him into his office. He thought he was being summoned to take action because someone had complained about a violation of the shelter's rules.

But my thoughts and views were completely wrong.

"My dear, your children are so beautiful," she was filled with joy when she heard the director's words.

In fact, her beauty had begun to cover the entire dormitory. Not only all the dormitory managers, all the teachers, all the students, but even the old lady director was impressed. The old lady brought out a bottle of cream and asked her to apply it on her face. Then she looked at her from left to right.

"You're so beautiful, I'll start beautifying your face like this from today on."

Naw Ma could not forget that. The teacher herself had called her whenever she wanted, looked at her beauty, and praised her, so she believed in her beauty even more.

Therefore, she would dress up more when going to school. When she went to school, she would not associate with the students from the shelter, but would choose to associate with the students who were attending the school from outside.

You won't find Naw Ma among the students lining up between the school and the hostel. She always stands out from the crowd. She's tired of having to show off her beauty for passersby to see.

However.....

Many contemptuous eyes kept running all over Nao Mar's body. Many contemptuous eyes kept racing on Nao Mar's face. Many disapproving eyes kept blazing because of Nao Mar's beauty. Moreover, loud voices could be heard from their mouths.

"The shelter is for orphaned girls."

She took a step onto the plane, her second husband DiMaggio's arm around her waist. The Honolulu airport was a strange sight. Marilyn Monroe's face lit up with joy and a smile as she looked at the new scenery. The beauty was so happy and smiling that she was almost a fairy.

"Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Monroe."

A loud scream was heard. A huge crowd broke through the barriers and ran like a herd of wild bulls towards the plane. The security guards and police were unable to stop the crowd, and chaos ensued. Marilyn Monroe, her eyes wide open, ran back into the airport with her lover DiMaggio. She spent a lot of time on the plane, unable to clear the crowd outside.

And then Japan, the capital of Tokyo.

What I want to share is their system, their culture, their life, and their environment.