After a fairly good aikido session at Thai-Ippun in Din Daeng, I had dinner at one of my usual restaurants. I was quite hungry but I didn’t want too eat too much as it was already late, so I ordered just one plate of fried rice. The owners of the restaurant seem pretty nice people, so I always chit-chat with them in Thai.
They have a son who is about 5-6 years old. He has to stay in the restaurant with his parents until they close it at about 9 – 9:30 pm. As you can imagine, there’s nothing much for him to do there. He has a reclining chair in which he vegetates while watching TV or playing with his few toys.
Today I saw his father give him some medicine. He’s got the flu. There must be something in the air because many of my students have running noses too. So, the boy takes his medicine and goes back to his chair. While I was eating he shouts at his parents to be quiet because he was trying to sleep. None of the parents reply, but I try to put an end to the conversation I was having with the father.
As soon as I finished my meal, the boy told his parents that he couldn’t breathe properly. At first the parents ignored him. The boy started whining and shouted out that he couldn’t breathe. In the meantime, the mother and the father started closing the restaurant. His mother, annoyed that she was interrupted by her own son, told him that he could die if he wanted. Seeing that nobody gave a s*** about him, he started crying. At this point the mother got really angry, picked up a stick and started smacking the kid on his legs. The louder the kid cried, the angrier the mother got and the harder the blows came down on the boy’s legs. After about 5-6 blows, the poor boy was able to control his sobs and the mother stoped beating him.I rode my motorbike home and thought about the huge difference between the life my rich students have at home and this poor boy’s boring life in his parents’ restaurant.



