Lee Yuna Sang hates her life. Her mother is struggling with depression and is never home. Yuna is already coping with the loss of her little brother. Her mother transitions her from homeschool to public school, and Yuna meets some people who she wan...
Life seemed perfect. I had a happy family. Mom, Dad, adorable little brother, the works. You know, cheery family that goes to the park every weekend, the ones who smile and laugh together at the beach. You get the gist. That was us. The Sang family. My mom was an amazing cook, and loved cleaning, so she enjoyed being a stay-at-home mom. My dad had a job that had a very good income. We had a big, bright house. I was happier that ever. My little brother Kwang was wild, just as his name suggested. Yes, I have looked up the meaning of his name. It influenced his lifestyle A LOT.
Life went on. I got older, and started school, at home. My mom didn't want to send me or Kwang to public schools. Just her way of thinking. I excelled in lots of my classes, and soon Kwang was learning, too! We were growing up really quickly. Soon, I was in 7th grade, little dude trailing just 3 years behind. I really don't think I could ever be any happier.
However, happiness seems to sometimes usher its head in sudden fear. Life isn't a a sweet and savory box of chocolates. Someone had to go and replace a few with grenades. And once they go off, everything shatters. The happiness is gone. Only darkness. That's what happened to me.
It was another ordinary day. A bright, sunny saturday. The family was ready to go to the park. I had just finished my hair, and we set off. I still remember every detail. The light breeze in the air, carrying the sweet scent of roses, and a hint of cinnamon, from the bakery down the street. The laughter of the children playing in their yards. The bright, blue sky. It was one of those images you see in a childrens' book.
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After we arrived at the park, Kwang ran off to go swing on the monkey-bars. Mom and Dad sat on a bench and chatted with each other. I walked to the swings and started to read my current novel, "When The Stars Cross". Time went by quicker than I thought it would, and we had to leave. Mom And Dad couldn't seem to find Kwang though. We looked everywhere. The only sign of him was his little toy Unicorno. Kwang used to bring it with him everywhere. I keep it with me now.
We called the cops frantically, still searching, and a patrol was sent out. Someone reported seeing a child screaming through a van window. Amber alerts were sent out. Pretty soon helicopters were even searching, as was the whole neighborhood. Two days later, we got a call on the house phone. Kwang had been found!
Yes, Kwang had been found. Kwang had been found dead. Someone had kidnapped him and beat him multiple times. His body was in horrible condition. The funeral was set, and Kwang was to be cremated after the ceremony. Through the whole process, I kept my head low and my mouth shut. The world had blacked out. I wasn't Yuna anymore, I was just a person. No feelings, expressions, thoughts, or emotions. When Kwang died, I did too. It most certainly didn't help that only 2 years later Mom and Dad wanted a divorce.
The moment I heard that, I ran. Grabbed the essentials, and Kwang's Unicorno, and left. It hurt when Mom and Dad didn't even stop me. They didn't even follow. I was gone for about 4 days, but it sucked because I had nowhere to go. I had no social interaction my whole life. After the 4th day, I came home. Dad was gone, Mom was locked in her room, and I remember throwing my stuff down and just sitting in the kitchen. I sat for a long time, just thinking about how much had happened.
Why couldn't we just stay together? Why did everything have to change so quickly? Mom is sending me to public school for my highschool years. My dad has concluded that he doesn't even want custody over me. Now it's just me and Mom, alone all day. I still ask my self the same questions from 2 years ago. Why did everything have to shatter?
