Prologue-ish
“Nadech. Come on, nong Da, say Nadech. Na-Dech.”
She stared back at him.
“Aow, p’chai’s name isn’t that hard to say. Come on, Na-Dech,” Nadech emphasized the syllables for his sister, who was nearly three, but had yet to ever say his name. Instead, she toddled around calling...