I spent three hours yesterday with my good friend Yut who disappeared from the slum several months ago but just started visiting again last week.
It was so great to see her and her little daughter Pahjai. I first started to sit and talk with Yut while she was pregnant with Pahjai, saw her when she was first born and so precious, and now she’s walking and can say a few words already. I’ve really missed them both.
I never heard the story of why she and her husband took off with their daughter, leaving their 6-year-old son with her elderly parents. I asked the little boy, Keem, one day where his mom was. He said very formally and somberly “she’s moved back upcountry.” I could see the sadness and confusion on his face.
