Dear Mom. Sincerely, Chi-Hon.

CHAPTER THREE

Dear Mom. Sincerely, Chi-Hon. CHAPTER THREE.

It had been three years since I finished writing my first book. I'm now 17 years old. soon-to-be graduating from senior high school. During those three years of writing, I finally found something that I'm passionate about. It is nice to know that I found something to do; however, this passionate feeling I had went downhill when Mom disagreed with my passion for writing and Dad agreed with my mother to find something else that could bring more wealth and security to the family, and just simple writing wasn't one of the desired occupations on their list for my future.

I understand that Mom wants what is best for us; I just don't understand why she had to downplay my passion for writing. She even did the same thing to Hyong-chol, my poor brother, who had no passion yet was forced to study laws and criminal justice. I was forced to study medicine and other fields of science.

I don't want to stray away from the path of being a writer, but I couldn't bring myself to disobey my parents, so I decided to study medicine in their presence while they believe that I'm doing my studies. I am actually writing for the next story that I have been planning to write; this way, Mom and Dad wouldn't suspect a thing about my passion.

I will continue this method until my graduation.

Everyone congratulates me on being the valedictorian of my high school graduation. As we finished celebrating, Mom and Dad decided to drop the bomb that I'm going to be a doctor of medicine, which completely destroyed my entire being of wanting to be a writer, but save their face, I decided to keep quiet until it all calms down.

when the celebration is over.

I immediately went to my parents to discuss what I truly wanted and what I was passionate about. I prayed that they understood my dream and would support me, but I didn't realise how they would disavowal my plans for my own future, destroying my will as an individual to them.

I love them both. I truly do. That is why it mortified me when they both expressed rejection of my passion for writing. It is as if my whole being fell on the bottomless pit, on the quiet waters of everlasting drowning of despair, never able to find the me that I tried so much to find. No matter how much I tried to get out of this nightmare, it seems—no, it was truly dragging me down.

But I couldn't continue like this, being told what to do, what not to do, and what path I should take. That is why I silently went against their wishes of me going to study medicine and immediately registered at Yonsei University, which is located in Seoul. I registered in the course of creative writing literature. I told my parents that I would be going to Yonsei University without telling them what course I took. From our last talk, they believed that I took medicine as my course.

Remembering their refusal and my passion for writing, I came to the conclusion that despite their disapproval of my passion, I will continue on this path, and I must prepare myself for the better when one day they find out the truth.

Keeping this secret is quite tiring since I have to put on a false front that I'm studying medicine for my parents when in reality I'm studying creative writing. This goes on for many months. I have to study a bit of medicine to fulfil the ideal daughter who is studying medicine while writing my story for myself.

This continued when I finally published my book entitled "Birdhouse" under a false name, Earth Afterglow (ী구의 잔광 jiguui jangwang). Thankfully, Mom and Dad didn't notice a single thing, nor are they the literature type. I was able to safely publish the rest of my book, and fortunately, I wasn't careless enough to show my face in public.

However, my secret has come to light.

"What's the meaning of this, Chi-Hon?" Dad started calling out to me. One of my classmates, whose parents are close friends of my father, spilled the beans to my father. This is the first time my dad has ever raised his voice at me, and the first time my mom has ever been disappointed in me.

My father was given the eight books that I've written: Birdhouse, Pearl Ghost, Toxic Romance, A War of Memories and Monsters, Queen of Fire and Ruins, So Heartbreak Can Hurt, Broken Cupcake, and The Screaming of the Eerie Demon.

He threw them to the ground and stomped on them. It broke my heart, yet I could not cry. He continued yelling at me, cursing at me for embarrassing the family and how humiliating it was for him to brag to others about me.

snap

I couldn't contain myself any longer and yelled back at him. revealing to the others his lies and affairs.

"HUMILIATING?

DAD, I'M NOT THE ONLY EMBARRASSMENT THAT THIS FAMILY HAS. DO YOU THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW OF THE WOMEN YOU SLEPT WITH AT YOUR WORK? "I yelled at him, to the point that he has taken a step back, but I was mortified when I yelled out the truth.

"You looked at me as though I have brought shame to the family, but look who is talking shit. I've told you before that I don't want to be a doctor and that I want to be a writer. I have held on being the ideal daughter but you talk shit on my dream into becoming a writer. Dad, am I that insignificant for you to treat me this way, I have done a lot for this family along side you and Mom. I raised my siblings when they are wearing diapers, I cooked and fed them meals, I did all the chores in this house, and I studied so hard to make you both proud. Was that never enough? Ah. Right. It was never enough that is why you forced me in to this ideal career that I understand was best, but I can't understand why you have to trampled on what I want." I poured out my feelings

"Dad, you have no right to judge what I want or have become when you, my father, have brought true shame on cheating on Mom." I spilled the beans, which made him mortified, and my mom was devastated into learning the truth and about my feelings.

"You" before Father could say anything. My mom collapsed, and we are all in a panic. Mom was brought to the hospital; they said that she fainted from stress and that she would be alright. From then on, I decided not to show my face at the house; I still kept contact with my siblings and became completely distant with my parents.

Until years had gone by, I finally decided to show my face for a reunion.

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