Post by Leif on Apr 21, 2014 22:44:05 GMT -8
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"Smile dearie," my mama spoke unto me as she forced a smile onto my face by using her thumb and index fingers against the corners of my mouth. "For what possible reason in this world do you have to be sad for, little Rain?" she asked me in English. This was one of my earliest memories with my mother. I do not remember how I responded. I only remember that I was four. I was a four year old that was having a very bad day and was very upset with everyone, my cousins, and even the world. I also remember I was sick. It was a flu or something. Both of us caught it.
Mom pushed past her fatigue to help me feel better when she should have been in bed herself. We both just sat in the living room under a blanket on the couch drinking soup. It was freezing, or it felt like we were freezing. But, we were both content with scalding soup. We accomplished a great feat by managing to get down the stairs that day. There was nobody home. My dad was at work, mom took a sick day, my dad was working. I was still far too young. I remember saying just four words before I fell asleep in my mother's arms. "I love you, mama."
[/presto]Mom pushed past her fatigue to help me feel better when she should have been in bed herself. We both just sat in the living room under a blanket on the couch drinking soup. It was freezing, or it felt like we were freezing. But, we were both content with scalding soup. We accomplished a great feat by managing to get down the stairs that day. There was nobody home. My dad was at work, mom took a sick day, my dad was working. I was still far too young. I remember saying just four words before I fell asleep in my mother's arms. "I love you, mama."
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"Damn it all!" I shouted for all the world to hear. It was a fun English word! I only heard a clattering glass hitting the coffee table from a parent that wasn't quite so happy to hear the word come out of my five year old mouth. My dad just gave me a glare. I knew that glare all too well. This was the glare that made me want to duck under the table. Alas, I was getting too big to hide under small things or in cabinets. Hitting my head wasn't exactly my idea of a fun sport. My dad wasn't very happy with me. He grabbed my shoulder and pointed at the chair for me to sit down. I knew the gesture far too well.
"Where did you learn that, son?" my father asked me. I kept my mouth shut. It was pretty obvious I picked it up from my cousins. My father just stared at me. "You are only five. You do not get to use that word, Rain. What word do you not use?" I quieted down and gulped. I looked down at the floor and away from my father. I didn't want to get caught using that word again. What was it, a trick question? "Eun-Bi! Look at me!" I heard the demand. I still can hear those words today. I heard those six words so many times in my lifetime. I slowly looked back up at my father as we had a discussion about me using even minor curse words. It didn't exactly help. My parents have tried unsuccessfully for years to get me to stop using the word damn. Damn it all, I'll use that word when I please. Damn.
[/presto]"Where did you learn that, son?" my father asked me. I kept my mouth shut. It was pretty obvious I picked it up from my cousins. My father just stared at me. "You are only five. You do not get to use that word, Rain. What word do you not use?" I quieted down and gulped. I looked down at the floor and away from my father. I didn't want to get caught using that word again. What was it, a trick question? "Eun-Bi! Look at me!" I heard the demand. I still can hear those words today. I heard those six words so many times in my lifetime. I slowly looked back up at my father as we had a discussion about me using even minor curse words. It didn't exactly help. My parents have tried unsuccessfully for years to get me to stop using the word damn. Damn it all, I'll use that word when I please. Damn.
damn.
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I believe there's a purple unicorn wandering the wilds of Scotland. One day I overheard some Scottish women talking about a purple unicorn in Diagon Alley when I was visiting my cousin in England. My eyes grew wide and I ran over to them asking what did it look like. "Just like a regular unicorn, but, with purple fur and a horn of gold! It's beautiful. Oh, you're such a handsome man! Be a heartbreaker, won't you be?" one of the women told me and bent down to pinch my cheeks. I growled as she touched my cheeks. Nobody pinched the cheeks of Eun-Bi! I hated my cheeks being pinched. Always have. Always will. "Perhaps when you go to Hogwarts you'd be lucky enough to see a unicorn! If you're very lucky, a purple one!" I blinked! No! Hogwarts wasn't where I'll go! I'm Korean! Not British!
I just grinned at the ladies! I couldn't believe it. I told everyone all about the purple unicorns that lived in Scotland. I don't know why people say they don't exist. How do they know?! If nobody ever sees it, then how come it doesn't really exist? Most people never seen a unicorn, then how do they know that unicorns are real? Most people never go to Romania to see some dragons. How do they know they're real? Purple unicorns are very much real. I guarantee I am special enough to see one, one day! My mama says I'm special. Obviously us special boys will get to see the special unicorn that's just like us!
[/presto]I just grinned at the ladies! I couldn't believe it. I told everyone all about the purple unicorns that lived in Scotland. I don't know why people say they don't exist. How do they know?! If nobody ever sees it, then how come it doesn't really exist? Most people never seen a unicorn, then how do they know that unicorns are real? Most people never go to Romania to see some dragons. How do they know they're real? Purple unicorns are very much real. I guarantee I am special enough to see one, one day! My mama says I'm special. Obviously us special boys will get to see the special unicorn that's just like us!
purple unicorn.
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"Wait up!" I remember shouting. I ran after my dad with all the speed I could possibly muster. It was hard to keep up with my dad as he ran out of the house and into the wood next to us. I heard the birds singing away good morning to the world. "Dad! Wait!" I shouted again. He was gone for almost a full week! I missed him. I fell asleep before he came home. Mama said he carried me to my bed. But, I just wanted to spend time with him. He was running, so, I got up, put on my shoes and ran after him. I forgot my jacket. But, I didn't care. I panted hard as I caught up with my dad and tugged him on the shirt. He looked down and pulled out something in his ear. I know I used to fake fall asleep, just so my dad would carry me to bed.
I gave my dad a grin as he stopped to hug me. "Good morning Evan!" he spoke picking me up off my feet into one of the biggest bear hugs I've ever gotten. I giggled away and my dad sat me back down. He started his run again and kept his pace slower than normal. I tried my best to keep up with him. He slowed down and stopped for me. This became our regular morning thing when we were both feeling fine and he didn't have to go off to work early or was gone. As time went by I got better and better at running and started skipping breakfast to run with my dad. I liked to run with him and I picked up some of his habits that annoyed my mother. She used to preach about how we needed to at least eat something. So we'd both take a bite out of the toast, slam it down, kiss my mother on the cheek and go off running to only hear her giving off a laugh or something. He doesn't run much anymore. But, he tries. Beats me how a man his age can still move about!
[/presto]I gave my dad a grin as he stopped to hug me. "Good morning Evan!" he spoke picking me up off my feet into one of the biggest bear hugs I've ever gotten. I giggled away and my dad sat me back down. He started his run again and kept his pace slower than normal. I tried my best to keep up with him. He slowed down and stopped for me. This became our regular morning thing when we were both feeling fine and he didn't have to go off to work early or was gone. As time went by I got better and better at running and started skipping breakfast to run with my dad. I liked to run with him and I picked up some of his habits that annoyed my mother. She used to preach about how we needed to at least eat something. So we'd both take a bite out of the toast, slam it down, kiss my mother on the cheek and go off running to only hear her giving off a laugh or something. He doesn't run much anymore. But, he tries. Beats me how a man his age can still move about!
running with dad.
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