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After work today, come straight home.

We need to talk.

And tonight, I'm going to stay at your house.

Huh?

Mom?

Hello.

Fun.

Hello.

It's all ruined.

Everything's ruined.

Why are you upset?

It was cute.

I liked it.

But what will your mom think?

She didn't say anything.

Why didn't you tell me your mom was coming?

Well, my mom came for a funeral. It was sudden.

I just found out too. I called you as soon as I knew,

so many times, but you didn't pick up.

I wanted to surprise you.

Who would've thought I'd be the one getting surprised?

It's okay.

Do you want to change first?

Or are you going to go downstairs like this?

Aioon!

Hello.

Oon,

put the food in the fridge.

I'll help.

No need.

She carried them here by herself already.

Why make things complicated?

Come sit here.

Mom,

was the trip tiring?

Of course it was. I'm old already.

Back when I was young,

I danced even harder than you.

Really?

But I danced ballroom.

And…

your outfit…

What were you talking about? Did I miss something?

Ugh, I'm going to bed.

I'll walk you there.

No need.

Alright, let's go.

I'm fine.

What were you talking about?

I'm not telling you.

It's a secret.

Fun, I'd like to ask you to go grocery shopping with me.

What is it?

Not stir-fried chicken noodles, Mom.

Fun, do you know I've been eating that

since I was a kid, so much that I'm about to start clucking?

Stop talking. Don't say another word. Look at her.

Well, you grew up eating chicken noodles. You should be proud.

You complain so much. Fine then, I'll change the menu

to tom yum goong,

stir-fried mixed vegetables and fried chicken wings.

Your favorites.

Anyway,

if you're going to cook that much, does it mean your back is better?

Oh, don't make such a big deal out of it.

It only aches a little. You're the one being dramatic.

Seriously.

Well, Mom,

if I remember correctly, the supermarket near our house has a delivery service.

And there's a discount too.

But if we don't go pick things ourselves, will we get good-quality ingredients?

It should be fine, Mom.

The supermarket guarantees the quality anyway.

Write down whatever you want, Mom. I'll place the order for you.

Mom, can I be your kitchen helper?

The only thing is I can't really cook.

I know.

But that's alright. I'll teach you.

Thank you.

About that size.

-Oh. -A little too thin.

Cooked food is good for your health.

You should learn to make all sorts of things.

If you can work outside the home,

you should also be able to work in the kitchen.

No one is born knowing how to do everything.

But people can always learn.

Alright.

-Here it is. -Thank you.

It smells so good.

Fun, don't!

Mom, I'm sorry!

Mom, does it hurt?

Mom.

-Mom. -Gently.

Where does it hurt? How are you?

Fun, why weren't you more careful? You know Mom's back hurts.

Where does it hurt?

My back.

-Can you stand? -Gently, gently.

-Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. -Oon, my back…

I'm taking you to the hospital.

Fun, get my bag and the car keys.

-Easy, Mom, slowly. -Mom.

Fun, my bag and the car keys.

Fun!

Slowly, Mom. Slowly.

Can you do stand up? Can you?

Oon.

Let me come with you. I'm coming with you, Oon.

No need. Stay here and clean this up. I'll handle it myself.

But, Oon…

Fun.

Let's do it together, alright?

-Can you manage? -Yes.

A little. Turn a little more to the side.

-Does it hurt here? -No.

-What about here? -No.

-And here? -Yes, that hurts.

-And here? -Ouch.

That spot really hurts, Doctor. The pain shoots there.

Alright, then I'll send you for an X-ray.

FUN

HOW'S MOM?

CAN YOU ANSWER MY CALL?

Sit down carefully.

Easy, easy.

Here's your medicine.

Wait here for a bit, Mom. I'm going to tell Fun that you're back.

Alright, go on.

THONBURI HOSPITAL

I'M SORRY. I'M GOING BACK TO MY MOM'S HOUSE.

Mom, Oon doesn't love me anymore.

I caused trouble. I made her mom fall.

What? Then how is Prang?

I don't know. I can't reach Oon at all, Mom.

I'll call Prang myself.

She'll probably call back later.

Mom…

Maybe we're really going to break up.

Oon has never raised her voice at me like that before.

Fun,

think about it.

If it were me who fell instead of Oon's mother,

would you feel the same way Oon does?

I probably would react the same way.

Then don't overthink it.

Go shower. Your things are still where they were.

Go.

Actually, it happened

because I stepped in Fun's way.

It was an accident.

Huh?

Oh?

Then why didn't you tell me?

Because I was in so much pain. How was I supposed to explain it to you?

Oh, Mom…

And I really scolded Fun.

Mom.

What?

I'm not the one who told you to go scold her.

Then what am I supposed to do now?

If you know how to tie a knot, you should know how to untie it.

And how do I untie it?

Untie it at the knot. Wherever the knot is, that's where you fix it.

Mom, where's Dad? Is he already asleep?

Don't even ask about him.

He just called to say he's coming back tomorrow.

He's staying at his friend's place, working on a garage in Saraburi.

And you're not going with him?

Why would I?

I haven't wanted to go anywhere with your father in a long time.

Mom,

seriously,

do you still love Dad?

I love him in my own way.

Fun, listen carefully.

I used to think I was the luckiest woman in the world

to marry your father.

But as time passed,

everything stopped being what I thought it would be.

The longer it went on, the more it became

just living together out of habit.

Every time your father did something careless

or forgot something, he always told me

that I had to understand and accept it.

Until one day, it all just turned into indifference.

I don't hate your father.

I've just stopped expecting anything from him.

And I know I'm at fault too.

Instead of talking things through properly,

I chose passive-aggression, thinking he'd come after me and make up with me.

If I could turn back time,

I'd want to fix my marriage and make it better.

If you love someone, say you love them. If you like something, say you like it.

If something feels right, say it's right.

Don't wait for the other person to figure it out on their own.

No one can think for us the way we want them to.

Believe me, don't let your marriage turn out like mine.

Whatever it is, talk it through.

And if one day you've done your best, given it everything you have,

and they still don't see your worth,

then you should value yourself

and walk away from that person's life.

But Oon probably doesn't see my worth anymore, Mom.

Calm down. Trust me.

Tomorrow morning, Oon will come.

She won't.

I called her, and she didn't answer. And she didn't read or reply to my message.

She'll come no matter what. How about this?

if Oon comes tomorrow, you have to give me a raise.

Geez…

Your love is really expensive, Mom.

Go to bed.

I'm going.

Hello, Mom.

-Hello, Prang. -Hello.

Please come inside first.

Come on, let me help. If I leave you to walk in by yourself,

by the time you get inside, it'll be evening.

Well?

Or would you rather stay out here? I can go get you a stool.

Come on.

Thank you for acting like you're so kind.

Well, I happen to be a charitable person. Come on.

No need to be too close. Keep some distance.

Let's go.

You know what happened with the kids, right?

Yes, I do.

What happened yesterday was an accident.

That's what I thought too. Fun isn't the clumsy type.

Did you come all the way here just to say that?

I'm sorry.

What happened yesterday was my fault.

Well, let me say this frankly, as a mother.

Those two children love each other.

I don't want my daughter to suffer,

and I don't want our personal dislike of each other

to become a problem between them.

Very well. Then today, we declare a truce…

temporarily.

Please, come in.

Mom, how are you? I'm so sorry.

I'm not badly hurt.

Don't apologize. It was an accident.

It was my fault.

I don't want you blaming yourself.

-Please sit down first. -Alright.

Stop. You don't come in.

Fun, go get some snacks and water for our guests.

Yes.

I'm sorry

for making Fun sad.

Do you remember the day you came to ask for Fun's hand?

What did you promise me?

That you would never make her sad.

So what happened?

I'm really sorry.

I accept full responsibility. I have no excuse.

I'll give you a chance.

But I'm not sure whether Fun will give you one too.

Thank you, Mom.

Put the fruit basket right there.

No one's going to eat it anyway.

Thank you.

You kids, go wherever you want. The adults need to talk.

Why is she so dense?

Exactly. I wonder how she was raised.

Fun…

I'm sorry.

I was in shock yesterday.

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Can you give me one chance to make it right?

Please come home with me.

Don't live apart from me like this.

Fun…

Stop.

Don't come any closer yet.

Fun…

What if it happens again?

I promise it won't happen again.

Fun.

No, don't. Don't look.

I look awful.

It's okay. Come on.

You weren't like that a second ago.

I didn't bring my makeup with me.

I only had powder in my bag.

I borrowed Mom's stuff.

-It's okay. -Oon.

You made me cry so hard that my whole face is a mess.

It's okay. Even with smudged makeup, you're still

beautiful.

We've made up now, right?

Please?

What did the doctor say about Mom?

Her muscles are just inflamed.

She just needs to be careful with her movements.

Then when she goes back to Ayutthaya,

should we take a day off and drive her?

We can check on her too.

Actually…

I kind of want Mom to move into a retirement home.

Would that really be okay, Oon?

Yes. I think it would be good.

But I think you should ask her what she thinks first.

Yes.

But right now, I think we should go downstairs.

Then let me wash my face first.

Going downstairs like this isn't a good idea.

Hello, Ms. Nong?

Are you home?

Sa-Ngad? What is she doing here so early?

May I come in, Ms. Nong?

What is it? You came all the way here?

I just feel so fulfilled today, you know?

Let me give you a little update about myself.

I don't want you calling me Sa-Ngad anymore.

I've changed my name.

From now on, you can call me

Piphat Maharanee.

Is that your real name or your nickname?

My nickname. My real name would be even more magnificent.

Alright, Sa-Ngad.

Let's get to the point.

Oh? We haven't gotten to the point yet?

No. I came to tell you

that my son, Krit,

is coming back from overseas.

Oh, really? Congratulations.

Yes. You know,

if you had just toughed it out a little back then

and sent Fun abroad to study,

her future might have gone just as far as my son Krit's.

Sometimes, you have to endure a little hardship

for your child's future.

Krit says he's coming back to work in Thailand.

His salary is in the hundreds of thousands, you know.

Forgive me for asking, Ms. Nong,

but how much is Fun earning now?

What she earns isn't what matters.

By the way, do you happen to know

that Fun is married to, oh, my,

the child of a wealthy family

with thousands of rai of land?

And who exactly are you?

She's the mother of Fun's partner.

And this is our neighbor. Her house is down at the end of the lane.

Sa-Ngad,

pleased to meet you.

Oh, Nong,

when Fun was in school,

did Ms. Sa-Ngad ever contribute anything toward her tuition?

No, never.

And why would I pay for someone else's child?

Exactly.

In that case, you shouldn't be questioning anything.

That's right. You shouldn't question it.

Well then, Ms. Nong, I'd better head home now.

You did a good deed today. I guess that makes us even.

-Want to hold on? -Absolutely.

I'm sorry again, Mom.

Don't do it again.

I wouldn't dare.

-Mom. -Hmm?

Are you going straight back to Ayutthaya, or are you going to Aunt Kaew's funeral?

My friends found out I was hurt,

so they told me to just go home and skip the funeral.

That's good, then. Fun and I will drive you home,

and we'll stay over too, so I can take care of you.

Mom, do you want to come to Ayutthaya with us?

No. I'm going to wait and see whether your dad comes home tonight.

Then let's go back home first and pack some things.

Okay.

See you later.

Yes.

Oh, and if Sa-Ngad comes back and gets out of hand,

tell me.

I'll make sure she stays quiet.

Yes. Quiet as the grave.

-Goodbye, Mom. -Alright.

-I'm going then. -Alright.

Thank you, Mom.

Alright.

Bye, I'm off.

-Bye, Mom. -Alright.

‎It has to be this dry.

Is it good?

It's really good.

-Mom. -Hmm?

Did you make this yourself? Are you okay? Is your back still hurting?

Of course I'm okay. If I weren't, I'd say so.

If only we had some little fried dough sticks too, Priaw, oh, my…

Fun, you know,

this is my favorite corner of the house.

Right here.

That's right. If I couldn't find her,

I always had to go chase after her over there.

She'd be all tanned running around.

Back then, Mom was really strong.

She could chase me all the way from here

to the front of the house.

Eh?

Or maybe you still can now. Want to prove it?

Oh, please,

how old do you think I am now? You want me to run after you?

I need this instead. My helper.

This. Ow.

Mom,

there's something I want to talk to you about.

What is it? Go ahead.

I've been thinking about this for a while.

I want you to move into a retirement home.

I already looked everything up.

It's a VVIP place, Mom.

They have doctors and nurses there all the time,

and it's not far from my house either.

And don't worry about the cost.

Oon, I think maybe we can talk about this later.

No, Fun,

because if Mom agrees,

we'll have to book in advance, and who knows when a spot will open up.

And we're leaving tomorrow.

Mom…

I'm scared.

I'm scared that if something like yesterday happens again,

I might not be as lucky next time.

I don't want to lose you.

I want you to be somewhere that's as safe

and happy as possible.

You'd have lots of friends there,

and there'd be all kinds of activities for you to do.

I promise, you'd never be lonely.

Oon,

if you really want me to be happy,

then let me stay in this house.

This is the house I'm familiar with.

It's the house where I feel at peace.

This is my happiness.

And one day, if I really can't manage anymore,

then let that be something for the future, Oon.

That's okay. We can talk about it another day.

Here, milk.

Thank you.

RETIREMENT HOME

-Oon-oon. -Hmm?

I don't think we need to look for a retirement home for Mom anymore.

Why not?

Earlier today

in the kitchen, I told Mom I wanted to redo the kitchen for her.

But she refused.

She wouldn't let me do it, and she told me to leave and stop helping.

But I still wanted to help, so as I was about to go back in,

and I overheard her talking to Priaw.

That's how I found out that your mom and dad

made a promise to each other.

How could I let anyone redo this kitchen?

This kitchen,

Oon's father built it himself with his own hands.

Everything in this house has its own story.

Every single piece is part of the love

that Oon's father and I

built together.

We promised each other that if one of us died first,

the other would live well for the both of us.

And most importantly,

we would raise Oon the best we could

until the day we met again.

Oon, do you know

that every piece of furniture and every item in this house

means so much to your mom?

I could tell from the coffee mugs on the shelf.

They looked like a matching set your parents used to use together.

And when she talked about the promise she made to your father,

she looked so happy.

Even though, in the end,

it still sounded a little sad.

Why didn't I ever know any of this?

Mom.

This is still here? It's so old already.

Do you want me to repaint it for you?

No need. Just leave it as it is.

It's a photo of my dad.

Then let's bring this photo back to life.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Every time your mom misses your dad,

she makes stir-fried chicken noodles.

Because that was his favorite dish.

Walk more carefully.

I know. I'm already home, aren't I?

Smells good, doesn't it?

What's all this?

I made it myself. Does it look good?

It might not taste as good as yours,

but it should be decent.

Try it.

Go on, try it, Aunt Prang.

I understand now, Mom.

From now on,

I won't ask you to live anywhere else again.

I know now

that this is the place

where you'll be happiest.

Thank you, my child.

Thank you most of all, Oon.

Thank you.

That's not enough. It has to be more than that.

As you wish.

She doesn't seem to care about me like she used to.

Things she used to do for me,

sometimes she forgot, sometimes she doesn't remember.

I'm sorry.

If that's how it's going to be, we should live our own lives.

What do you mean, live our own lives?

I mean we should break up.

Subtitle translation by: Panuwat Baikeawon