A Warm Welcome Home

"I'll go wake Uncle Kuea for you in a moment, my child. Follow Joi inside

and rest. You must have traveled far—look at this, your hands and feet are cold as ice.

That old man, honestly! Sleeps like the dead. Someone comes calling

and he doesn't even wake up," Aunt Sri grumbled. Kanthon gave her a faint smile amidst

the darkness, then shook his head. "It's alright, Aunt Sri. Let Uncle Kuea sleep.

I came too late myself. Thank you for the net." Sri reached up to

arrange Kanthon's hair, her aged, raspy voice chiding him gently,

"What nonsense is this 'thank you'? This house is like your own home. You really are stubborn,