"Thank you Mrs. Chen. I appreciate it, and I'm sorry once again.."
I felt like there were needles stabbed in my bones, pushed deeper and deeper.. my head was also just as heavy as a weak man carrying a galloon of water.. all my nerves felt like they've been tied.. tighter and tighter each time I move, resulting me being weak.
"Then I will excuse myself."
The noise that Mrs. Chen's heels made echoed through the corridor, making everything not so quiet anymore.
What am I going to do with Myung So?
As I walked down the stairs my chest growled but as soon as it soars, it weakens.. then it burns in anger but then it weakens..
I guess I needed to do something with Myung-So.
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"Myung So.. Noona is home."
The wooden floor made noises and soon I knew it was Myung So's footsteps coming towards me. It was slow and light.. just like when you're afraid of a thief coming into your house.
I had no power left in me to be angry but only to sit and stare at his face.
"Myung So, come here. Let's sit down."
The boy had his hands held together in front of his waist, his head down and his footsteps even slower.
"It's okay, come here. I'm not mad." I told him.
He touched the edge of the couch to see where he is already, then he tried to reach the coffee table to make sure he sits in the right place. Myung So slowly placed his body on the floor, his hands still tied together in front of his waist.
The look on his face was empty, not guilty.. not happy.. not angry.. not sad.. not confused..
"Myung-So,"
"You know that you're 8 years old already right?"
But his lips remained silent, stitched so tight it won't open at all.
"I can't believe you've grown this much already, my little rabbit." There was a huge weight lifted off my chest as I utter those words, suddenly Myung-So's head was lifted up a little bit.
"Gaja.. (let's go), Myung So. Noona wants to bring you somewhere."
My fingers reached for his and soon the 8 year old got up from the floor.
I locked the door and held his hand, the boy who's wearing a striped shirt with a pair of peach colored pants- and he stutters as he walked on his worn off shoes.
I kept on watching him as we walk, his eyes, nose, lips and little hand. My hand could feel the pain he's feeling as it touched his back, like there's a heavy pressure and heavy load he's been carrying all this time.
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The roads were pretty and refreshing, the trees were going to be orange soon as the leaves color the whole city orange.
"Noona, where are we going?"
"You'll know when we get there." I replied back with a smile, even though he can't see it but I know that he feels it deep inside.. a feeling where everything's going to be okay.
And I kept watching over the trees and little shops we passed as the bus speeds up..
Everything looks fast and small from here..
And I realize that people are like that too, we're all little humans who travels life in a bullet-speed train- faster.. faster.. faster.. not realizing how little time we have in this world.
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