Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain

I saw Dandelion

After Story "Rooftop Dandelion"

My brother's family lives in a palace apartment.

There was a rumor that everyone living there was happy,

And I didn't envy them.

It was because I knew material fulfillment

Was not necessarily a prerequisite for happiness.

So I liked living 'just right'.

Then one day, my niece suddenly called me.

Then she took me to a room where no one was there,

Saying she had a problem.

My nephew confessed a few weeks ago that

Two elderly people committed suicide

And that no one listened to him.

I was startled.

I was worried that my niece, who thought he would know nothing

About "death," would know the concept of "suicide."

What should I do? I couldn't make my nephew feel negative.

It was not a problem that could be overlooked.

Death comes to everyone,

But I couldn't get a negative look at it.

What happened to my niece,

Who was just an innocent little girl?

Come to think of it, a year ago,

I heard from my brother that my niece was suddenly found

On the rooftop while disappearing.

'Rooftop...? No way... Even my niece...?'

I lowered my height to meet my niece's eye level.

"Niece, did something bad happen to you?

If you have, tell your aunt. I'll listen to you."

The niece told me about what happened on Parents' Day.

On that day, I looked serious when I heard about

The paper flowers my niece made for her parents

Were dumped with food waste and

The contents of her mother's phone call.

Her mother could have said that by mistake on the phone,

But I couldn't let it go when the flowers

Were thrown away with food waste.

Ha... what should I say about this?

I'm in trouble.

"My niece, what you heard at the time may just be a joke.

No mother loves you falsely.

Of course, anyone can say that by mistake, but that's not true.

Maybe she thought you didn't know anything.

Maybe that's why your mom threw away your flowers.

I mean, child, Don't try to keep it in your heart.

If you care, it wouldn't be bad to ask your mom why."

I hugged my niece tightly. And patted her on the back.

"Oh, my pretty niece. Don't worry too much.

Everyone makes mistakes. Mom and dad are no exception.

All right?"

I stroked my niece's head.

"Shall we go to your mom now?"

I took my nephew out to the living room.

......To be honest,

I have thought about death like my niece.

Being ostracized at school,

teased in my name,

and surrounded by unprovoked hatred,

I accepted it all as "truth."

But there were times when it wasn't always like that.

Just as my mother, who was insensitive to me, took an interest in me,

and my father, who left me without saying hello,

Left me a will saying, "I love you all the time,"

The nightmare passed,

Hope blossomed in the place,

The sunshine came in the place where the hope blossomed,

And people called it a miracle.

I knew there weren't just bad things on Earth.

So my niece, if you ever get to know the concept of "death,"

I hope you know that death isn't necessarily a bad thing.

And again, I want you to know that physical fulfillment

It is not necessarily a prerequisite for happiness.

P.S. Big bro, You should take a child to the counseling room later. She looked depressed.

(By Your Little Sister)