After her husband’s death, Thida decided a confession is to be made.
“Only your son knew it best. At the very last moment he passed away, we were still loving each other.” A testimonial written by a daughter-in-law regarding the tragedy in 1984. As a wife, Thida would stand for her innocence against the accusation of intentional murder. As a mother, Lady Valai would do anything at any cost to redeem the lost of her son. One does not touch but another gets hurt. Once the death of someone is narrated its griefs and pain by those who still live, what else we could witness amongst many versions of narrative that overlaps in one space.
