Dear Death,
Do you have a birthday? How old are you? It's almost my birthday, I'm turning sixteen. Thanks for asking. I wonder if anyone cares enough to buy me a card, if I'm lucky maybe a present. Father sure won't. Well, maybe a beating but that seems more a ritual to him than a present to me. I wish I could show mother how much I've grown. Would she tell me how handsome I am and give me sloppy mother kisses and warm motherly hugs? I'm longing for a feeling of love, a feeling to make me stay on this horrible planet. I love you mother, please be proud of your boy.
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
