Bangkok, Thailand

Malai sat on the couch and finished her quilt and wrapped it around the baby loosely.

"Prasert, come here," she said sharply.

The honey blonde man was tooken aback but stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, but we have to break up. having one baby is already enough, do you really think that having more would be great?" "let alone one?"

Malai read his face closely. it was filled to the brim with annoyance and frustration, but she could see a speck of sadness in his eyes. And she watched as he left.

Of course, the baby needed a name. But what should she name it? The middle-aged woman sat on the couch. Her name was pakpao. Pakpao! That was going to be her daughter's name! At least for now.