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To Soojin, who was just a young and weak being, Yeonjun and Huening Kai might have been special. Seeing them embrace a mere mortal and even hand over a precious cross, Soojin might have thought they were truly sent from God… Dozens of minutes had passed since Yeonjun and Huening Kai disappeared, and Soojin’s mother, perhaps glancing at Yeonjun and Huening Kai, took Soojin’s hand and continued speaking quietly.
"Those people are angels, and it's usually right to receive favors from angels, my dear."
"Angel," Soojin couldn't believe that the angel she'd only heard of was speaking right in front of her. She threw on a cardigan over her thin clothes and hurried out of the store, but all she saw were people doing the same things. A sullen Soojin re-entered the store and began tending to her mother. Her mother, stroking Soojin's head, spoke again.
"They said they felt they were angels from the golden cross. The golden cross is a cross that no one but Archangel Michael can carry. It is a precious cross given only to Michael, the first being created by God. Later, when you are in danger, you will be able to see Michael again."
How could a young girl, just turning twenty, understand her mother's words? To Soo-jin, who was still young, the concept of "angel" was still a foreign concept. She simply saw them praying every night, right before her eyes. Who could believe it? Soo-jin simply nodded at her mother's words, and then realized that the cross she was holding was important.
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A flower bloomed in the footprints left behind by the bitter winter wind. She couldn't remember its name, but its red petals seemed completely out of place against the white snow that lay low on the ground. Sujin began to monitor her mother's condition, which worsened with each passing day. Eventually, she closed her clothing store and brought her up to a slightly shabby house. Sujin's mother slowly laid her down on the creaky, old bed, gently caressing her cheek and speaking.
"You must believe in angels and God, so that you do not go down the wrong path later."
"I know, Mom, you know better than anyone that I've been praying so much and desperately."
Sujin's mother, who had been stroking Sujin's black hair with a kind smile, slowly rose, and Sujin carefully held her in her arms, forcing a smile. Sujin knew all too well that her mother wouldn't last even a week. God would cruelly take Sujin's mother to heaven, and all that sorrow was Sujin's to bear. Soojin believed that prayer was the only way to survive, and so she prayed fervently to the golden cross every time.
In the frigid weather, with the boiler still shut off, a white sigh drifted around the small room, vanishing meaninglessly into thin air. Each time, the tears she shed froze, breaking Soo-jin's heart. Because of those white sighs and frozen tears, Soo-jin always carried a golden cross in her bag. Suddenly, upon reflection, she realized she knew absolutely nothing about those who had given her the cross.
"...Mother, I didn't ask the names of those who gave me the cross. Will I ever see them again?"
"My child, you shouldn't take the names of angels lightly. Angels are like gods. If you try to take the names of gods lightly, you'll end up on the road to hell."
"Still... I wish I could see you again."
"After I die, I'll probably be able to meet the gods. Even if I'm reborn in my next life, I think I'll choose you, Sujin."
Sujin, heartbroken by her mother's words, forced herself to hold back tears, lay down next to her mother, and fell asleep in her arms. An hour, then two. As Sujin fell asleep, holding the golden cross in her arms, a palace in the sky bathed in white light appeared before her in her dreams. In her dream, Sujin was a young girl, perhaps seven years old, and the golden cross was still in her hand.