Little Miss Fortune: I Will Bring Prosperity to My Tang Family!-Chapter 59: Special - : When the Plump Child Visits Somsak in His Dream
Special Chapter
When the Plump Child Visits Somsak in His Dream
Xiaolin was dreaming. She dreamt she was walking on a bridge over a canal that looked familiar. Rotund, she looked left and right before spotting a figure pulling rice seedlings in a paddy field.
As soon as that person turned, Xiaolin pouted and ran for her life, stumbling and falling several times but getting right back up to continue running. When she reached the plump figure, she hugged him around the waist so tightly that he nearly toppled forward, nearly planting his face into the mud.
"What’s this? Whose kid is this?" A man in his fifties turned to see a plump, fair-skinned child clinging to his back and frowned.
"Girl, whose child are you? Why run up and hug a stranger like this? Aren’t you afraid of being taken away and getting your liver eaten?" Somsak wrestled the child’s white arms off his waist and set the chubby child on the edge of the paddy field.
Xiaolin looked up at the stern, angular face. Her round face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving the old man awkward and unsure how to react to a suddenly crying child before him. Somsak looked around for the child’s parents.
"Daddy" A tiny voice called out, making the man, who had been scanning the surroundings, whip his head back in shock.
"Who’s your daddy? Me? I don’t even know you," Somsak stared at the chubby child as if she were a strange creature, pointing at himself with a puzzled face.
SOB “You don’t remember me? It’s me, Da," the chubby child sobbed uncontrollably, her plump hands wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing.
"Da? Little Da, my daughter, has been dead for a year. Don’t trick an old man."
"I really am Da, *cries*. Did you follow my advice not to spend more than two hundred baht on lottery tickets?" Xiaolin looked up with swollen, red eyes. Somsak leaned down, silent for a moment before shifting to sit beside her.
"Are you really my Da?" He asked, scrutinizing the chubby, fair-skinned, round-cheeked child. Could his daughter have been reborn as this child? But his daughter had only passed away a year ago; how could she have grown so much?
"I am really Da, Dad. I was reborn far away and I don’t know how I found you again I miss you, Dad," the plump figure hugged the man in front of her tightly. Somsak patted the little girl’s back softly. He was still confused about the whole situation.
"Are you doing okay?"
"I’m fine, Dad. I’m happy, so don’t worry about me," Xiaolin sat down on Somsak’s lap, still hugging him tightly, her cheeks pressing against his chest, causing her tears and snot to stain his shirt.
"That’s good to hear. And don’t you worry about us here; we are doing well," Somsak looked down at the plump, tear-stained face pressing against his chest. Upon closer inspection, the child did bear a striking resemblance to his daughter when she was young.
The father and daughter sat hugging each other quietly. Somsak began to believe that this plump child really was his deceased daughter because she always reminded him to be mindful about lottery tickets. However, he often spent too much money on them, earning regular scolding from his daughter.
"I came to tell you the lottery numbers," Xiaolin murmured, her cheeks still pressed against her father’s chest.
"You told me not to buy a lot of tickets, yet here you are giving me the numbers," Somsak chuckled softly.
"Well, you shouldn’t buy too many anyways. Two hundred baht is enough. If I find out you bought more, I will nag you," Xiaolin looked up at Somsak, trying to appear stern.
"Tell me then, what should I buy?"
"98, Dad. Or you could also buy 92. That should do it. Sniff!" The plump child snorted loudly.
"I can’t buy more than two hundred baht, right?"
"No, Dad."
Hearing this, Somsak laughed heartily, looking at the plump figure in his arms that seemed ready to fade away at any moment. Just as they were reunited, they were about to part again, making him feel a sudden loss. He took a deep breath, gently stroked the little girl’s head, and whispered,
"Live happily, my child."
"Wahhhh, Dad. I love you."
Somsak woke up startled in the early morning, the declaration of love from his plump daughter echoing in his head. Looking around, he realized he was still in his bed, with the side next to him empty, likely because his wife had gotten up to prepare food. He sighed deeply, crawled out from under the mosquito net, adjusted his sarong, and walked out of the house.
"Why did you wake up so early today?" Samphao turned to ask her husband while she was covering the rice pot and picking up a stick to scrub it.
"I dreamt about our little Da," Somsak looked out at the lush green fields, thinking of the tear-stained, round face and felt a lump in his throat.
"Why would you suddenly dream about her? And did she say anything?" Samphao asked because if their daughter came in a dream in distress, she wanted to make offerings for her, even though she nearly did it every day.
"She told me the lottery numbers. Our little girl has been reborn elsewhere. She came in the dream as a chubby five- or six-year-old kid. She must be well cared for there," Somsak smiled, looking at his wife who was on the verge of tears.
"Don’t worry about our little girl."
Later in the morning, Somsak crossed the street in front of their house to the other side to buy lottery tickets as instructed by his daughter. He ended up buying several numbers and spent over a thousand baht, completely forgetting his daughter had told him not to buy too much, a habit he had since his daughter was still alive and always scolded him, even though she’s been gone for a long time now.
"Where did you get the lottery numbers from, brother? You went all out this time," a neighbor asked when they saw Somsak spending so much.
"Our daughter told me," Somsak didn’t elaborate further. He walked back home with a wide smile and went back to pulling rice seedlings as usual.
In the late afternoon, Somsak climbed out of the rice fields to rest in a hammock under a mango tree, turning on the radio to wait for the lottery results that afternoon. Around four o’clock, the neighborhood erupted with Somsak’s loud shouts, causing Samphao to run out worried about her husband, only to find him dancing with joy under the mango tree.
"What’s gotten into you!? Shouting out like that scared me half to death. Sigh!!"
"I won the lottery!!" Somsak beamed with joy. Samphao, hearing this, glared at her husband.
"How much did you win to be so happy dancing like that?" Samphao hands on her hips, looking at her husband who was now clinging to the mango tree, dancing a ridiculous jig.
"A hundred times! I won both the top and bottom prizes."
"What?!" Samphao’s eyes bulged, astonished at her husband who, after a lifetime of losing at the lottery, suddenly won tens of thousands of baht just like that.
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