The next days I didn't go to school and I didn't pick up any of my calls, in the end my charge dead so no one could even call me. They came to my door and rang the bell but I didn't open it.
My father just began to abuse me again but I'm not against it anymore he is right by hitting me. I really deserve it.
Tomorrow I will go to the police station again and ask about my sister. I really want to see her again. I missed her so much. I remember how we always fought about those little things like who gets the last candy. Even though she had to do so much things she was always there for me. And I couldn't see how much she was struggling.
I went into my moms room like I did every day, when my father get out of the house, since she was dead. I lay in her bed and breathed her perfumes smell in. I just layer there and wanted my min back.
I stood up and opened her clothed to pick out her favourite hoodie which she always wears when it was an important day for her. I put it out and wear it. After I cuddled myself in this soft hoodie I touched a paper in the pocket with my hand. I put it out and saw that there was written "by: your lovely mom, to: my dearest son."
I opened the paper and the first thing I rode was "Dear my cutie pie, I'm sorry." And I started to cry.
"Dear my cutie pie,
I'm sorry I couldn't be a good mother for you. I couldn't help you on those days when your father abused you. I couldn't talk with you when you needed me and on those days where you talked with me and told me about your day I wanted to reply so bad but I couldn't.I wanted you to know how much I love you. Maybe one day I will leave you and go far away or you will leave us but remember I love you and I will love you forever.
If I'm gone I want you to start a new life without me or your father. I just want you to be happy on your own way and to do what you want without thinking what others would think about it.
Last I didn't know how to act like a good mother but know that I want you to graduate and have a good future.
Love,
Your Mother"I couldn't stop crying. She loves me even though I'm the reason why her only daughter dead. The only thing I know right now is that I have to start a new life for myself.
So I stood up and washed my face with cold water. After that I went to sleep tomorrow will be a long day.
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"Of course we know where she lives!" The police officer told me after I asked if he knows where my sister is. "She lives in Seoul too and she has a little family with his husband who is an officer too."So she found someone who is an officer. That means he is a good husband. Does it? I don't know. "Can you please let me see the officer I really want to see my sister again." I told him and he bring me to officer Park.
So as he is a Park too that means my sisters last name didn't change. "Hello Officer Park. I'm Park Jimin and I wanted to ask you if you can bring me to my sister."
He asked some questions and he understood that I was his wife's little brother and so we drove to my sister together with him. I think he is better than the one who let my sister cry.
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My last love
أدب الهواةPark Jimin, a student, 17 years old and about to graduate. He is living with his family but he wishes he wouldn't. He hates everyone except his best friends Hoseok and Jin. But what he hates more is love and the person who makes him feel it. Jeon Ju...