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"Does he still locks himself on his room?" Mr. Park entering the house, arriving from work. Mrs. Park looks at him with a bitter smiled. "Yes, honey.. I really don't know what to do to make him leave his room.." Mr. Park untied his necktie and sits on the kitchen table.
Mrs. Park quickly prepared a lemon honey tea and served it to her husband. It was their daily routing to sit at the kitchen and talk about what happened on the whole day, over a cup of tea. "We can't do anything about it.. The only thing is that we need to be always there for him.."
Mrs. Park nods sadly and sips on her cup of tea. "You're early today, hon.." Mr. Park smiled. "Just a few meetings in regards with the sales report and branch handling, that's all.." Their family owned a famous factory of soju and rice wine, passed by generations to generations.
Mr. Park's innovative mindset has made their company the most tasty soju and ricewine at whole Korea.
While drinking tea, they heard the doorbell sounded. One of the maids quickly checked who it is, and it was Queenie's mother. She walked slowly towards the couple at the kitchen. "Mrs. Song! What brings you here?"
Mrs. Park quickly stood up and hugged the woman. "I was just paying a visit.." she smiled. "You have a good timing, Mrs. Song.. My wife is making her signature dishes for dinner.." Mr. Park teased. "Then, that's great news!" she laughed.
"By the way, how's Jisung?" she asked. "Still locking himself on his room.." Mr. Park replied. "Can I talk to him?" she asked gently, making the couple stare at each other.
Jisung lays on the bed, staring intently at the ceiling. Many thoughts are still running on his head. His dazed broke off when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Jisung? It's me, Mrs. Song.." His eyes widened and quickly stood up, going to the door.
He opened it, revealing Mrs. Song, and he bowed politely. "Can I come in?" she asked. Jisung opened the door widely and gestures her to come in. "Come in, Mrs. Song.." The woman entered, admiring the pictures that hangs on his walls.
"The pictures are good.. Did you take it yourself, Jisung?" "Yes, Mrs. Song.." he shyly replied, scratching his neck. What caught the woman's eyes is the picture of Queenie, on his bedside table.
"She's pretty on this picture.." Mrs. Song smiled. Jisung looks at the picture, and a familiar feeling of pain starts to surge on his heart. "She is always pretty on every picture.." he muttered. The woman noticed that Jisung is on the verge of crying again.
She hold Jisung's hand and pulled him to sit with her on his bed. "Jisung.." the boy turned his eyes on her. "Don't you think it's bad to locked yourself on your room, not enjoying the rest of the summer?"
"I can't go out.. Everywhere I look, I always see her face.." he admitted. Mrs. Song smiled and caresses Jisung's face. "It's been a year since she left us..Queenie would get mad if she saw you sulking here, instead of dancing.."
Jisung cried in front of her. "It's all my fault, Mrs. Song.. I didn't take care of her really well.." The woman bitterly smiles. "No one is at fault, Jisung.. If it is God's will, then it will be done.. Queenie is on a happy place right now.. You need to be happy, too.. That's what she want.."
The boy looks at her. "Really, Mrs. Song?"
"Of course, Jisung.. Plus, Queenie's passing gave a new life to someone who eagerly and desperately wants to live.." she beams.
Jisung tilted his head. "What do you mean, Mrs. Song?" The woman stood up. "I'll tell it to you next time.. For now, a delicious dinner is waiting for us.. Let's go?"
The boy smiled and stood up, leaving his room with Mrs. Song. At last, his mourning heart finds peace and accepted the fact that he needs to live.
