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Mianhae Means Sorry

Mianhae Means Sorry

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This is a self-revelation about my teaching journey in Seoul, South Korea where I met my unforgettable student Mianhae Park. It wasn't just a privileged teacher-student relationship for it stretched further more. For I became her second mother when her real mother was busy raking in money as she took care of their gadget businesses in Asia. Mianhae's father was also busy collecting luxury cars for he owned a car business of his own. During her tumultuous years both as a teenager and a blossoming young woman, she came to me as her recluse and shelter. Until one hazy day when the dire news about her attempted suicide shook my senses apart, I found out there was more to her life than was shown in public.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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