Where should I go, when I suddenly lost my
mother's hand?
A email from a friend said, "No way. That
doesn't make any sense. Wol-Hee Choi died of a heart attack." Suddenly, a
black object hit my face and I felt suffocated. I couldn't believe it.
"I could't read James Joyce's 'Portrait of
Young Artist’ (a book to read at the next book club meeting). What hold me alive?
Wol-Hee Choi was the one that made me feel what the beauty of personality is
and the humility of knowledge. Every month, I was filled with hope that I would
read book properly and empathize with it. I guess the teacher must have taken a
big part in my heart. It's been a long
time since I felt like there are people in this world that don't want to break
with. I want to hold on, but is it my selfish idea? Why didn't I think she
could go? I can't just let her go," I was speechless when I heard my
friend's whimpering and muttering.
When my friend was stamping her feet because
she felt so sad about the death of our book club teacher, I crouched on the
floor like a crazy woman, picking up my fallen hair and sitting in the corner
of the room blankly, "No way.' Only muttered. Perhaps I was able to keep
silent because she grieved the same way I felt.
As happy as I was looking for a dim light in
the dark, I suddenly lost my way, falling back into the endless floor of the
dark cave.
"We should all be artists, moving away
from habitual life and reinventing our lives with unconscious memories. Instead
of judging on bad and good, we should get out of myself with an open mind and
unite with others," she said. All of our members, who have attended her
numerous lectures on passion, etc., resemble her and are free spirits.
The teacher is gone, but I don't want to lose
book club members. I want to meet a good teacher again. Not only is rich in
knowledge, but a teacher of both learning and humility, a fair person to all.
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