#birthdaycard
The winter when I turned seven,
To the voices coming from the living room
I woke up.
I stopped trying to open the door.
Although I was still young,
The atmosphere conveyed from inside the door
I could tell it wasn't my place to interfere.
Beyond the door
Dad said life is too hard,
He said the world was too heavy to bear.
The mother who was next to me
There was no answer
Then came the sound of the iron front door closing.
I quickly climbed the stairs
I ran to the attic window
Dad was going down the slope.
What world beyond the road is slowly taking my father
It looked like it was being served slowly
'Squeak'
At the sound of the door suddenly opening,
I quickly pushed the drawer shut with my foot.
It was my mother
"The birthday card won't come...
"My dad is just that kind of person"
Mom was right
Neither the birthday card nor Dad will come anymore.
The world that my father put down because it was heavy
It was me
No matter how hard it is, there is no reason to endure it
A child who can't even be a reason
That was me
Source: Tuami