• she was never seen as competition
• she grew up with five brothers and a single father
• park sooyoung was not a girl other girls would be jealous of or fear, after all she just: one of the boys
• but she is a girl and is experiencing her first cr...
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"It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream." —Edgar Allan Poe
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OUR past experiences hold a lot of meaning and thoughts to them. Yet we as humans fail in establishing which experiences are worth recalling and which are not. Sometimes we fail to see how we forget the little things, in fear of remembering the bigger—darker things that surround that experience. A person lost should never only be dwelled on how they were lost. The happy moments and times should always outlast and outshine the sad. If we only remember their passing; we do little to nothing in honoring all the gifts they left behind in the form of their life.
"Can we have kimchi jigae tonight?"
I had been lying on the sofa, sprawled out on top the moment I got home. Jinyoung did find out about my skipping of class and how I tried to have the school nurse lie for me. Unlike before, I had been punished due to how he was chewed out by Mr. Yu this morning for being so lenient with me. He only did it because he was being watched and if neither I nor Jimin ever got punished; he knew favoritism was in play. I needed to clean my classroom this coming Saturday.
Jisung had come home not that long ago, and he bounced up to the edge of the couch where my head laid and asked me the question. He was staring down with his innocent and sweet face. I moved to a seated position, allowing him to sit beside me.
"Kimchi jigae?"
"Yeah, Chenle said it was his favorite Korean stew, but I've never had it before. I thought I should at least ask if you could make some tonight."
I knew we never had it before. Kimchi jigae was also mother's favorite stew. I guess it had been unspoken that we never eat it again. It wouldn't be the same because no one could possibly make it like she used to. I figured how wrong our thinking was but we all mainly did it for our father.
"I think there's a recipe for it in the kitchen. It should be fine, right?" Jimin had been sitting on the ground next to the sofa as he browsed the channels on the TV. He gave me this look that said he knew what I was thinking, and it was time we stopped worrying that any thought of her would make dad cry and start living how she wanted us to. With a smile on our faces in remembering her.
