| My father told me a story
He came home late one night and after entering quietly as usual he heard a noise in his bedroom.
Going to the drinks cabinet he brought out a bottle of whiskey and some glasses and sat down at the dinning room table adjacent to his bedroom.
Anyway out came the Kamoey and froze on seing my father
Before any violence could take place he was offered a drink
After consuming a great deal of alcohol the kamoey started to become romorsefull and tears fell from his eyes.
He explained that he had no money and that he did not know how he was going to feed his children.
My father then gave him 200 bht(1972).
At which point he handed over all the items he had rumaged from the house and left saying he did not know how he could say sorry and be thankfull enough.
I don't think that would happen in these times here in Thailand |