"Jinyoung!"
While playing outside, his mother would come calling for him to eat. His parents gave him the name Jinyoung. Jinyoung didn't know much about the naming rules, but he loved his first name. So whenever she called his name, he'd rise up with a sweet "Yes!" But today, it was his father who came calling for Jinyoung instead of his mother. Sometimes, his father would pick him up from the playground in front of our house after work. He often let him ride on his shoulder, and even though it was only a couple of meters, it still felt like he was closer to the sky and it was exciting. He'd feel excited going up on the rides at the amusement park or reaching the top of a high slope to ski, but riding on his father's shoulder was the most exciting. "I have to ask him to ride on my shoulder today too." Jinyoung smiled, wiping the sand off his palms, and tilted his head.
"Dad, what is that?"
There was a thick wooden board at my father's side.
It was the day that Angel Jinyoung first saw the baduk board.