초인종 목걸이는 그녀의 죽음과는 아무런 상관이 없다는 듯 여전히 가늘게 숨 쉬는 그녀의 목에서 자랑스럽게 뽐내며 빛나고 있었다.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
마리아의 목걸이
초인종 목걸이는 그녀의 죽음과는 아무런 상관이 없다는 듯 여전히 가늘게 숨 쉬는 그녀의 목에서 자랑스럽게 뽐내며 빛나고 있었다.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Maria's necklace
Maria, who lived upstairs, was over ninety years old. One day, something that looked like a doorbell began to glow on her chest. She carefully cleaned it, treating it like a precious badge, and proudly wore it around her neck. I think it must have been after her husband Tony passed away.
Maria, who had difficulty moving, spent her days making quilt pieces at home. With poor eyesight, she couldn’t thread a needle on her own and would wait for me to come and help her. When I threaded the needle for her, she would give me quilt pieces to cover my kids with. The fabric she used was from when she worked at a sewing factory when she was young. The fabric was so old that it would tear when washed, but Maria didn’t know that, so she continued making beautiful quilts with it.
The day Maria collapsed, the alarm necklace she so firmly believed in didn’t go on. I only found her the next day when I unlocked the door chain and saw her lying on the floor. Shocked, I called an ambulance. Maria had fallen backward, and the saliva that came from her mouth had flowed out longer than her height, leaving a chilling trace.
The doorbell necklace, as if it had nothing to do with her death, still proudly shined on her neck, gently glowing.