It is a surprise to see a
child in the eyes of foreigners who first visited Korea carrying a child on
their back. Looking at the black and
white photos of the past reminds us of that time.
In the past, when a mother gave birth
to a lot of children, the older sister raised the younger siblings on her back.
When kids played, they did not even notice that their siblings were out of the
swaddling.
One
of my friends raised her younger five siblings on her back. Her
relatives used give her pocket money that carried not only her relative’s
children but also her neighbors on her back without being grumbled. She
was carrying the children on her back until her back wet because the child bought
their piss.
Even today, she takes care of all
everyone around her like she was a child, talking care of her siblings. Every time I meet her with
friends, she always pays for meals, even if we try to pay.
I said, “ I’ll pay it this time.”
from the entrance of the restaurant, she wouldn’t go in if she didn’t pay it. I
managed to calm her down into the restaurant, but she doesn’t even have Dutch
pay.
Since she had been took care of the
children well, she always get pocket money from her relatives, so her pocket
was always full. She was comfortable in paying for the meals whenever
she met friends. “Why don’t count my uncomfortable feelings about being fed?”
I asked her and she said, '”When
my parents
die, you will have a chance to buy meal and comfort me.” Her parents, whom I
know, have died a long time ago.
I want to stay close to her, but will
I be able to maintain my relationship with her when I am comfortable paying for what I have eaten?
The wise man phrase about
‘Who are we?’ came to mind, whenever I though of her.
'Everything that happened before we were born.
Things that happened before our eyes.
It's all about what we've been through.
It’s everything that has affected us.
All the things that we've influenced.
Everything that will happen even after we disappear.
Everything would not
have happen without us.’
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