Chapter 6: I'll never forget this

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Oh right! “Why didn’t you tell me?!” she yelled and sailed the boat to the other side. She ran as fast as she could. She doesn’t care if she wasn’t wearing her slippers. All she knew is the house is burning. When she arrived she saw the old woman and Min Choo, they were hugging each other, afraid.

“I really thought you have become mature, instead, you left the house burning,” the old woman said with tears down her eyes. “Stop it grandma, it’s not entirely her fault,” Min Choo insisted to his grandmother. She felt heavy. Oh, she’s been trying hard to be a better person, and now she has destroyed the lives of the old woman and this young boy who has been living peacefully in this house. She stepped back, and then she saw her mute friend drenched wet. He must have swum that lake. But how could he. I know he’s not the one to blame. But it seems that he too has to be blamed, I had tried to become a better person, but because of him. She cannot look straight to his eyes without showing hatred in her eyes.

The old woman and Min Choo slept at their neighbor’s house for a while. While she called her father to fetch her. But her father told her to fix the things she had broken first before going back, so that he could be proud to call her his daughter.

She apologized to the old woman. She fetched ten pails of water and some wood to cook their food. Even if she doesn’t have to do all that , the old woman would have forgiven her already. It is not entirely her fault, the fate must have meddled in.

And then her father asked her again if everything is fixed already, and she remembered her mute friend. And she told her father, yes.

She came back to Seoul wanting to become a doctor, a doctor for the mute.  She also worked while studying in the college to send money to the old woman and Min Choo.

Someday, she will come back to that place again.

She was hit by her past when she came back to the village. The village might have not remembered her but she does remember the village really well. Then she was hit. Hit by a hard ball. Oh no. It was not a hard ball. It was bread.

“I had always thought you would come back.”

“How could it be that you can read my mind so well even from afar?”

They lived happily ever after.

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