My name is Kim Seok-jin. I'm 19 years old. I'm a senior in high school. If I could just visit a PC bang like everyone else, that's my wish. If I could just go, what's the problem? You have to have time to go to a PC bang. I don't even have time to eat, so where am I going?
“Seokjin! Please take the order for table number 6.”
“Excuse me, how much is this?”
“Please give me an iced Americano and a toffee nut latte.”
Albaonly Three. Restaurants, convenience stores, cafes. If you're wondering why there are so many, that's rude. There's a reason for everything. And that reason is money, right?
“Mom, how are your legs?”
"Thanks to you, son, I'm doing great! Thank you, son..."
What the hell is going on? My dad never comes home, using work as an excuse (though he does come every so rarely), and my mom can't move her leg because she hurt it at work. And the surgery is so expensive that she can't even afford it. Is that even a human life? Even a dog would do better than this.
“Ha… This is a bit much. You must have been in a lot of pain and numbness. How did you endure it?”
“Ah… rice, it didn’t hurt that much haha”
"You didn't know until your son's inflammation got this bad? I think he would have been unable to live at this level."
“Yes…? Mom, I said you’re fine…”
I'm the one who believes that, I'm the one who's retarded. The words they told me at the hospital I barely managed to drag myself to were shocking. My mom grabbed my hand, saying she really didn't know (though of course, I don't believe her anymore). "If my mom had been an actress, she would have done well..."
“Guardian, I think you need to prepare yourself mentally.”
“Huh? What, what…?”
“The possibility of a patient being fired for having surgery because the hospital provides special support for the surgery costs is slim.”
“No… What are you talking about all of a sudden, teacher…!”
“I’m sorry, but if we proceed with the surgery, you may die during the procedure.”
F*ck... F*ckf*ckf*ck... I'm such a piece of trash. I didn't even realize my mom was sick and I've only been worrying about my part-time job until now.unfilial sonyes, unfilial sonHey. Should I also fall for it now?
“Oh my… what do you want?”
“That’s right, that son of that house has lived his whole life taking care of his mother. How indifferent God is…!”
Almighty… If there's a God, he must hate only me. Considering he gave me this miserable life as a gift? How could he not have prayed? I've prayed so hard that my hands were covered in blisters, for my mother's leg to heal, for my father to return.
“My son has to live alone. What can I do?”
“I feel so bad for you, you’re going to die…”
“If you’re that pitiful, take him in and adopt him as your son. If you don’t have confidence, don’t even bring it up!”
So my mother died. My father (it's disgusting to even call him father) came to the funeral, ate only yukgaejang, and went off somewhere. And on the second day after he left the funeral, I realized he wouldn't be coming back. At that time, I was only17 years oldIt was.
“This is really fucked up… What am I going to do for a living now?”
I became an independent woman I didn't want to be. All I could say was a string of dirty curses. I felt so pathetic. I couldn't even lift my head up anywhere.
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Actually, I think Navillera is better written 😅