Phop Rak and his friend had been working on a plan for a long time.....
a single trick, a single attempt: to run away from home.
And today… today was the perfect day.
The entire house was in chaos. The CCTV wiring was scheduled to be replaced, the servants were busy with cleaning, and Pranee had gone out somewhere. As for his father.....he only returned once in a while, like a stranger in his own home.
This was it.
Phop Rak's first and final chance.
Outside, his friend Akat was waiting, parked a distance away, sitting inside his car with restless eyes.
And the moment the electricians entered and the cameras went dark, Phop Rak slipped away. A large bag on his shoulder, his heartbeat thundering in his chest.....he ran, his breath heavy with both fear and hope.
He reached Akat's car and dove inside.
The engine roared to life.
Everything had already been prepared: airplane tickets, booked by Akat himself, waiting like a key to freedom. On the way, Akat even stopped to pick up another friend...someone who would return the car back home after they were gone.
Every detail was in place.
Everything unfolded exactly as they had imagined.
Phop Rak leaned back against the seat, a trembling smile on his lips. His heart was soaring.
Because at the end of this road, his lost happiness awaited...
his beloved elder sister Talotkan, and his gentle grandmother.
Akat was just as thrilled. He kept glancing at his friend, his joy reflecting in his eyes. Together, on the plane, they laughed, teased, and drowned themselves in endless chatter....stories of Phop Rak's childhood, of the sister who once held his hand through every storm.
In just a few hours… he would see her again.
But amidst his excitement, one question clawed at the edges of his mind.
A shadow he could not shake.
Was it truly the truth that his mother had never loved him?
Or… was there something else hidden beneath those cruel silences?