Magic and Miracles (SUJU FANFIC)

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It was cold.

It was raining outside. I hate rain, I said to myself. Luckily I had an umbrella.

The heavy wind blew against my tan peacoat. I had to keep moving. With my small sky blue suitcase in hand, I was determined to keep walking. I needed to get to my friend's house. I needed help. My shoes splashed in the large puddles on the ground, causing my feet to be wet. I shivered.

My name is Nayoung Park. This is my story.

I have lived in Seoul my whole life. I've never been anywhere else, for a short vacation. My family could never afford it.

We were a simple family: mom, dad, me. Nobody else. My parents didn't want another child running around the house. It would probably drive them crazy.

Our family was great when I was little. It was until I was age 5 my dad changed.

He drank. A lot.

Everyday, after work (a local supermarket) he would drive to the liquor store or hang at the bar. I didn't know at the time. I was about 12 when I noticed.

I was scared for my dad. He's collapsed many times. My mother and I tried our best to take him to club groups to stop drinking.

No use.

I realized at about age 16 that I didn't care anymore. I was ashamed of my dad. I didn't want to help him anymore. He started to act different toward my mother and I. He was rude. He was rough. He yelled at me everyday. I would cry and scream that I hats him, but he would never care.

My mother used to give me allowance. 5 dollars a week. But my dad would always take it from me. He called me his 'little moneymaker'.

Everything changed when my mom died.

I was 18. I had graduated from high school. I really wanted to go to college. But knowing how much financial trouble our family was in, I gave up.

I never went to college.

I was mad at my dad. He had used up all of our money for his own problems. I went to my mom for help.

She was very ill at the time. Her temperature would be high. She would be so dizzy that I would make her stay in bed. I decided it was time to take her to the hospital.

Once we got there, she passed out.

The next day, she died from cardiac arrest. I had gone insane. I didn't do anything.

And I knew that this was all my dad's fault.

But he didn't care. Once I told him, he laughed. He said specificly, "We don't need that old tramp."

He would be the one to talk. He's 55. My mom was 50.

I was infuriated. I was mad at my dad. My bad childhood, my mom's death, me being unable to go to college; it was all his fault.

I had no job. No money. I decided to change that. I moved out 4 years later.

Here I am now. In the streets of Seoul, with no car, no job, no money.

But I needed to make it to my friend's house. She was my only friend, and I knew she could help me. I needed to prove to my dad.

To prove that I'm more than just his 'little money maker'.

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