(was limpidity, just changed the name and cover)
it's more than harassment.
it's more than stress.
it's more than heart break.
everyone encounters something in their life that turns it around completely.
others for the good, majority for the bad.
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10 years prior their mother ushered them out of the bus. looking all around, making sure no cars touch a single inch of her babies. quickly, grabbing their hands and walking them to a large stone building.
tears building in her eyes, clutching her children's hands tighter. she doesn't want to let them go. she wants to watch them grow up. she wanted to be there for every heart break, tantrum, award, and every pondering thought that will transfer through their little minds.
but,
she can't.
the big stone building was 사회복지법인한국사랑밭회해피홈보육원 (happy home nursery school). she can't witness any of those precious moments at all. why? because she's broke. she couldn't support both her children if she can barley provide for herself. the amount of loan sharks she borrowed from are hunting her down. she couldn't do it. she can't put her children through poverty. what kind of mother would she be? it would kill her to see her children cold and starving.
she had a plan. a plan to get her life back together. but her children's safety is first. it pains her to do this, but it will benefit later on. that's what she told herself so she could continue.
a tug from the bottom of the jacket pulled her out of thought. she looked down to the small, round pure face. the brown hair framing her face perfectly bounced as she walked. how she would miss those little things.
"e-eomma, w-where are we?"
quick, quick, think.
"you and taetae are having a sleepover! don't you think that will be fun?" well, that was a good response. but please, dear lord, don't make them ask how long.
she felt a tug on the other side of her jacket.
"e-eomma, how long? and why can't we stay at uncle taemin's house? we don't know these people" the boy with the also round face and brown hair said. his big chocolate eyes looking worried.
"uncle taemin moved to Canada bub, you don't want to go all the way over there! you will have many, many friends here. a-and mommy will pick you up after work, ok? and after we will get McDonalds, and i'll buy you both 6 nuggets instead of 4, ok!" she felt her tears building up even more. she can't bare this anymore. she wanted to get this over with, so it would cause less pain. but the thought of her kids gone gives her more.
but suddenly,
"Kim Yubin, please come forward" her eyes widened, realizing these were her last few moments with her prized possessions.
