We are walking down a lovely stretch of the mall in Bkk holding hands.
Nadi suddenly he turns to me: Mama you know A’s Naana died?
I carefully smile and say, as conversationally: “Yes I know. Long time ago. Who told you?
Nadi: She did.
Nadi: Mama when people die, do they never come back?
Me (doing what I hope looked like me regretfully yet smilingly shaking my head): No, they don’t.
Nadi (after a couple of moments of quiet thought): But mamas don’t die.
Me: No baby, mamas also die. Everyones dies one day but hopefully not for a very long time. Until they are old and wobbly.
Nadi thinks a few moments and nods: Haan ok, everyone dies. But not you.