Pree
“Please don’t tell me he was the one who built this temple,” asks Al.
“Something like that.”
“Seriously?”
“That is a folklore, Al.”
“Sounds like a fairytale to me.”
“There is a book about this. So feel free to go to the bookstore and buy a book of Khmer folktales if you don’t believe me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you.”
“My mom read me this story when I was young. It was a beautiful story, though the ending is a bit...” He trails off.
“Some fairy tales even have a sad ending. So, we can’t always expect a happy ending in reality, can we?” I don’t mean to be dramatic, but my voice betrays me.
And now, the silence is full of awkwardness.
“Pree.” Al fixates his eyes on me. His voice is firm. “Even if a happy ending is hard to achieve, as long as two people trust and believ
