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Most Torching Story Ever by Sebastine1994(m): 3:43am On Mar 19, 2017 |
"Min-yun, get up it's time for
school.."
I woke up to my mom's voice.
As always my eyes went to the old
alarm clock with the broken face
plate.
I saw the time and I started yelling.
"Why did you wake me up now?!
God!!"
SLAM.
The sound of the door slamming
rang throughout the house.
I put on the school uniform and
was leaving.
Then I heard my mom's voice..
"I'm sorry, Min-yun. I'm not feeling
so well.."
"Is it ANOTHER cold?! Why do you
catch so many colds?!"
"I'm sorry... that I woke you up
late... Here... take your lunch."
Thud.
"It's okay. I'm late I have to go."
I threw the lunch to the ground
and went my way without a care.
I looked back while I was running.
My mom was quietly picking up the
spilled contents of my lunch.
She was pale...
She always looked pale.
Because she was always sick.
I started running again to school.
Class began.
Our school is going on a trip this
Saturday.
I want to go..
I want to have fun with my friends.
I want to forget poverty.
I want to forget about my mom for
a while.
I came home.
I made a face looking at my mom
lying down as usual.
"Oh, you're here, Min-yun."
"Mom! I want to go to the trip on
Saturday!"
I didn't even say hi and I just
demanded an answer.
"What?... A trip?..."
"Yeah."
"How much... is it?"
She always asked about the fee
first.
She always needed to consider if
we had enough money for such
luxuries.
"I heard at least 80,000 won
(around $80? roughly)."
"Wow... that much?"
"We don't even have that much?!
Why aren't we living on the
streets?!"
I hated poverty.
I hated the fact that I couldn't do
anything.
I hated it.
I hated my mom, and I hated the
fact that it was just me and my
mom because I was so lonely.
Mom sighed and took out the bank
account book.
"I have some money saved up in
the bank... Take 80,000 won out of
it."
I saw the book and a smile lit up in
my face.
I grabbed it and ran to the bank
without thanking her.
I looked at the book and it had
1,000,000 won.
I hated my mom even more now
that I knew how much she had
saved up without spending any.
I took out the 80,000 won..
Now there was 920,000 won left.
Because there was that much
money, it felt okay to spend some
more.
I thought to myself, 'I always
wanted a cell phone, didn't I?"
I took out 400,000 won.
I went to the nearest store and got
a good cell phone.
I felt happy.
It felt like the first time I was
happy.
I browsed through the streets with
my cell phone in my hand.
I saw lots of pretty clothes.
I wanted them. I went to the bank
again and took out 200,000 won.
I bought lots of clothes.
Seeing me with pretty clothes in
the mirror made me smile.
Then I noticed something.
It was my hair, the ugly hair style
that my mom cut for me.
I went to the bank again.
I took out 50,000 won.
I got my hair done.
Everything was perfect.
Now I needed to buy things
needed for the trip.
I just bought whatever came to my
attention.
It all cost 90,000 won.
Then I went home.
I didn't want to go home but I
knew I had to.
Mom was in bed again. I made
some noise.
"Ahem!!"
She heard it and woke up.
She took the bank account book
and put it back without even
looking at it.
Then it was Saturday, the day I had
been waiting for.
All my friends complimented me
on my change.
There were some hard training in
the trip, but I forgot about my
mom and poverty...
It felt good not to think about it so
much.
It was over. I didn't know three
days could go by so fast.
Now I have to go back to that hell
hole.
"I'm home!!"
"..............."
It was quiet in the house..
"I said I'm home!!"
"..............."
It was still quiet. I was mad so I
slammed open the door.
My mom was sleeping..
She'd always smile when I came
through the door but now she's
sleeping and ignoring me.
Maybe she's mad at me because I
spent so much money...
Whatever... I'm gonna win anyway
if we fight.
I shook my mom.
But then....
But then.......
She was cold.
Tears started flowing from my
eyes. I felt like my heart had
stopped.
The woman I hated was cold.. and
it was strangely sad...
I couldn't believe it...
I tried shaking her awake.
But.. she didn't wake up.
She didn't open her eyes.
I took out the bank account book
and showed it in front of her face
crying.
"MOM! I'll never do anything like
this ever again! I promise!!!! Just
wake up!!!!!!!"
Something came out of the bank
account book.
It was a letter from my mom.
I carefully opened it.
To my lovely daughter Min-yun..
Min-yun..
You hated me right? You hated
poverty more than death, right?
I'm sorry... I'm really sorry...
I didn't know anything, and I was
poor...
All I had was love...
And my beat-up body...
I'm sorry for having to leave you all
by yourself...
I got sick... so I'm leaving first...
I could have had surgery...
But the cost was enormous...
So I thought...
If I didn't have surgery... then Min-
yun could buy whatever she wants.
So I gave up on having surgery.
But... time passed by and it keeps
getting worse.
Now I only have a few months left.
Min-yun...
I'm grateful that you at least
thought of this pathetic person as
your mother.
You know that I love you the most
in this world, right?
Min-yun...
I love you... I love you so much...
From Mom.
Also... look around in the blanket...
There is another bank account
book.
I worked without you knowing and I
collected 20,000,000 won.
I'm happy knowing that you'll at
least live without poverty.
I see my mom lying peacefully.
And I hate myself.
I hate myself 100 times... no, 1000
times more than I ever hated my
mom.
I hate myself so much.
How can you love this brat like me?
Huh?
The money for surgery... All the
money I spent...
Why didn't you tell me? Why?
I would throw the lunch you packed
for me down on the ground..
I always threw tantrums..
Why did you love such a bad
daughter like me..
Huh?
Are you stupid? Why did you love
me? Why... why...
Now I can't even see you lying
down.
I can't eat the lunch you packed..
I can't hear the voice that would
wake me up...
If I ever live again...
If God really gives me another
chance...
Then I would treat you so much
better... I really can...
Mom, let's meet in the next life.
Okay?
Mom..... I'm sorry..... I'm really
sorry.... I'm sorry.....
This is the first time I ever said
sorry to you.
Mom... I love you... I love you...
I love you... I love you |
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