Bangchan

It was a hot afternoon at Bangchan's house. The sound of children's laughter echoed in the garden as Allison played carefree, oblivious to the tensions enveloping her home. Bangchan, sitting on the sofa, watched his daughter with a mixture of pride and protectiveness. However, his gaze shifted to his eldest son, who sat in the corner, lost in thought. For years, he had ignored his needs, preferring to focus on Allison's vulnerability.

“Why can’t you be more like your sister?” he used to say, oblivious to the pain his words caused. In his mind, Bangchan was doing the right thing, but the void in his relationship with his eldest son grew wider every day.