” OPEN WOUND!”
Following the attack, the city received an influx of financial aid, much of it going to grieving families, and emotional support as people worked to rebuild their lives.
Some of the payment was used by Banyen Scrichanil, whose three-year-old grandson Nannaphat was among the deceased, to restore their house.
Their house’s wooden walls, scuffed carpets, and kid-friendly toys are all gone. The cries of Bayen reverberate against the brand-new bright stones and freshly painted walls.
” Every day I miss him. The 58-year-old said,” I dream about him every morning.
” I constantly see his mouth. As her father Kham Pornnikhom passed her cells, Banyen remarked,” To think or talk about him makes me cry.”
The bare area is dominated by a black wood cupboard with toys and framed pictures of Nannaphat, also known as Stamp.
It appears as though there is an empty wound, she said.
The entire town is engulfed in pain, and almost everyone in it has a link to one of the bereaved families.
” MISS YOU ,” I say.
Kham, Stamp’s great-grandfather, claimed that although some families wanted to put the murder behind them, they still talk about him every day.
He advised against bringing up the incident because if you do, people will say it was terrible and it’s best not to.
The pair had been advised to leave by their neighbors.
While looking through pictures and videos of her grandson, Banyen remarked,” But they’re not the one who lost people so they can discuss like that.”
The bare house is briefly filled with the sound of the video.
Sound, sound! He circles the house on a smaller bike while shouting.
On Banyen’s telephone, daily events like him brushing his tooth, slapping his bare chest after taking a bath, or displaying an untidy lawn find are repeatedly replayed.
” Where are you at this very moment?” As secrecy returned to the space, Banyen enquired.
” Mark, I miss you.”