“I want to know!...Tell me about it.” Gorya only sighed at the man behind the wheel next to her who didn't seem bothered by sarcasm at all.
“My mother broke up with my father… married, had a new family… my father raised me.”
“Where is your father?
“Milan…”
“What are you doing there?”
“Dad is a chef…opens a restaurant… works on a vegetable garden.”
“Does Gorya live in Thailand alone?”
“And did you see anyone else?”
“Answer me well!” said Crist sternly.
“I just came here…in high school,” Gorya couldn't help but retort.
“alone!!!"
“Well, dad has to work… Dad will come back and forth. Once a year, he will come to Gorya three or four times… depending on the occasion… each time it will last as long as ten days…”
“When will father come again?”
“Next week…”
“So, can I meet with your
