Aki - Wooden boat

No one in the world is innocent. Since lying has been defined as a sin..

This problem started the day I got my phone.

This problem started when I was so bored with my parents' work, sitting around and wasting my time, that I begged my parents in Australia to give me a smartphone.

"Son... I have a landline phone at home too, what will I do with a cellphone? Dad and I are so busy with work that we have to leave the phone behind."

A father's words from Australia,

"Ha... Dad said that the home phone is only for use at home. If it's not in the womb, how will I communicate with you? Even if Dad misses me on the street, what will I do?"

In fact, I only remember my parents as money. The rest of the time, I don't even think they exist because they are so far away.

"You're wasting money, you

That's right. The car recently fell into a ditch and had to be towed and fixed.

"I don't have a job, and if I keep spending this much, my parents, who are abroad, are almost in prison."

"It's safe, Dad. It's nothing to worry about."

"It's not because I'm here, and my mother is going to be in that class too."

"Fu... let me skip it, let me skip it, what class is it, father?"

"They said honors class, and now they're back in school in Australia."

I sighed, not thinking about it. Then my mouth dropped open...

"Aw... this mother is still giving me a hand at an old age."

"Hey, man... you called your mother a dog, huh... you son of a bitch?"

"Huh...Huh, I didn't say that, Dad said that."

"What did I say?" "What happened to you, mother?"

It seemed like my father was calling. However, the phone was not ringing and I only heard the above voice.

"I'm just saying, Dad, I'm saying that Mom gave up on me when I was older and started re-learning. Now, if you miss Mom, here's the phone number... I have it at home. When I see a pork chop shop on the street, I miss Mom. When I see a bar, I miss Dad. By the way, Dad, have you talked to me yet?"

"I'm sorry... er... hey, I've been giving up drinking for a long time. I had four drinks before going to bed at night, ah... I'm confused. Now, tell your uncle, the poet, about the phone you want and take out the money. Okay... if he gives it to you, take it. If he doesn't, don't take it. That's it."

I hung up the phone. I was so happy. I was fifty percent sure that I would get a phone. I still had to coax my father's younger brother, the poet (named Thae Maung), into a good womb.

Although his real name is Thae Maung, the singer Htoo Ein Thin is respected by some. He wanted to change his pen name to Htoo Ein Thin, but he was afraid that many would criticize him. Because of the one line of "Ka-ta-yin" and "Din-nam-ma-kyt-ya-yin", he only enjoyed the pen name "Din-nam-ta-yin

They just called him “(Son) Thaein Khaung, Ko Thaein Khaung, U Thaein Khaung.” He was also delighted with this.

And now...

"Utthara (read aloud only)"

He seemed to be lost in thought while holding the pen. He became soft. He valued his pen very highly,

"My mother's poems are coming up now."

I said it because I like it. After I said it, I was a big fan of it, and I liked it not only for the sake of it but also for the sake of

"That's right... it means that the fetus is conceived in the womb."

"Boy or girl?"

"Man, uh... what... what are you talking about? There are no drunk women in the poem, no greed, no ignorance, there is anger, there is pride, remember that."

The way he spoke had a poetic tone. I was willing to accept this...

"Aw... yes, the poems written by the U Thar family these days are really wonderful."

"Where can I get... You know, a good uterus is big."

My laughter made him frown and turn around.

"Hey, man... what are you laughing at?" I immediately read the face again...

"I'm not kidding, I think the poet's womb is ahead of its time and has high poetic expressions."

Originally, I was so upset that I immediately went back inside.

"That's right... a good uterus is big and tall."

"I want a child, and I can have it right away."

“Ah... I think you can get poems right away if you want them. Well... there's a poem of yours that's been getting a lot of attention lately.”

He frowned. "Oh... I don't know which poem it is, there are many famous ones."

In fact, I've only had three or four entries in the new writers' section, such as "New Poems", "Poems of New People", "Poems of Heartfelt Words", etc. Even this, he himself is a veteran writer.

I also want a telephone, so shouldn't I give it to you in a sweet and pleasant way? Therefore...

"Hey... it's cervical cancer."

As if remembering something, he slapped the table in front of him with his hand...

"Oh... uterine cancer, cervical cancer, are you talking about that?"

He spoke to himself and faded away. He rubbed the two or three hairs on his chin that he had deliberately kept to be like a poet...

“Ovarian cancer is very valuable, and the education is also beautiful.”

"Yes, sir... that kind of poem that touches on the short side... what?"

“Four women die from this disease every second.”

My words made his face turn pale and tense.

"Hey, man... that's an advertisement, isn't it my poem?"

"Damn... this guy doesn't know poetry, he doesn't know advertising."

I realized I was wrong after I said it. I mixed up the advertisement in the magazine and my uncle's pen name. He was a big name and the advertisement was famous, so I got hooked. Later, I thought about it carefully and...

“Ah... I remember and I remember, there you go.” “The night follows the moon, the moon follows the night, people follow the moon, the night follows people, the night eats the moon, the night eats people, many things follow… disease, cancer”

"That's very meaningful, what's written on it?"

"In...in"

At first, he was still working on a thousand columns. When I asked him what he had written, he seemed to be like a man who had thrown coconuts at me.

"You're so stupid, you're so meaningful, you're telling me what's written, so what should I tell you?"

"Hey... I wonder what the meaning of that is."

The poet's good womb is a symbol of self-restraint.

“This is very serious, listen carefully,” he said, carefully explaining his cancer.