rough | yoonmin

prologue

In recalling my childhood, I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with their own experience.

Often this honey was dirty and bitter, but every scrap of knowledge was honey all the same.

I had a lovely family growing up.

My parents were always spoiling me with gifts and such. When I was around for four minutes I met a boy named Yoonie. He had blonde hair and eyes that sparkled whenever he smiled.

I was always a small child. Often times people would bully me or make fun of me for my small stature and size. But Yoonie was different.

He and I would stay up till the sunrise making pillow forts and trying to catch insects in the backyard.

But one time when we were playing in the forest, I left my favorite teddy bear, a gift from him when I was five, I decided that I was big enough and old enough that I could go into the forest by myself and retrieve the bear.

I was not.

But I don't know that.

To me, I passed out in the forest from the cold, and woke up with no memories of the past. My family and I had moved halfway across the country to my grandparents house to cover the medical cost of me being in a coma, leaving behind the only friend that I ever had.

Now I have a tattoo of that same bear that I never found in the forest that day tattooed on my hip so that I will always remember.

But as I get older, wiser, I realized that things really don't add up anymore. I wish I had my Yoonie still..

"I'll meet you again, I promise."