Savitree Wongsricha’s deep sorrow and great anger were the most glaring in four shabby pieces of paper few people have seen or remembered. In them, she pledged that anyone responsible for the untimely death of her three-year-old daughter must eternally suffer. “I can never forgive whoever did this to my little girl,” she wrote.
She had to write her feelings down partly because she was a reticent person, so much so that she might have come across as stern and aloof, and partly because she had nobody to turn to at the beginning, since much of Thailand was thinking she killed the toddler herself and people near and far hated her for that.
There were times when Savitree could not leave her two-storey house, because the social loathing spread to and consumed her Mukdahan neighbourhood, and could not go upstairs, because that had been where Nong Chompoo used to sleep or play with…
