"Every story has a beginning. Mine didn't begin with love. It began with family."
My name is Phawin.
Before anyone loved me... Before anyone broke my heart... I was simply a quiet boy living an ordinary life.
Our home was never silent.
My mother, Mali, carried kindness in everything she did. She didn't need many words to make us feel loved. A warm meal after school or a gentle smile when I looked tired was enough to remind me that home was my safest place.
My father, Anan, spent most of his life working overseas. I knew him more through phone calls and the stories my family told than through everyday memories. Even so, I always waited for the days he came home.
I grew up surrounded by my three older brothers, whose voices echoed through every room, and my little sister, who somehow managed to annoy me and make me laugh in the same hour. No matter how much we argued, she was still the first person I looked for after school.
Every afternoon followed the same routine.
I walked home through the familiar streets of our neighborhood, dropped my school bag beside my bed, and called out her name.
"Come on. Let's play."
She would grin as if she'd been waiting all day.
Life was simple.
School.
Home.
Family.
Dreams.
At school, I spoke only when necessary. I wasn't lonely—I just preferred silence. While others filled classrooms with laughter, I found comfort watching the rain outside the window or listening to the sounds of pencils scratching across notebooks.
I had no close friends.
No secret crush.
No idea that my life was about to change.
If someone had told me that one ordinary classmate would become the first person to teach me both the beauty and the pain of love...
I would have smiled politely...
...and never believed them.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Ic3vFcbAK
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