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Epilogue: So-Yeon’s POV
- Daddy, Daddy! Don’t go…! Don’t go!!!
No matter how much I shouted, my father didn't look back. Even though I tried my best to catch up to him, he only got further and further away from me.
I wanted him to hug me one last time so that I could feel his warmth.
I wanted him to pat me on the head with his rough hands.
I wanted him to say my name in his soft voice.
However, my father just kept on walking away, as if he had no reason to turn around. Whenever he left me like this, I would sit on the floor and cry, yelling at him not to go, and throwing tantrums directed at him. I would sob at the sorrow I felt as I watched him walk away, feeling stuffy, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to overcome everything ahead of me, overwhelmed by the thought of the loneliness of surviving in this pitch-dark world by myself.
Only after crying and letting out my emotions to the brink of losing consciousness was I able to escape from this terrible nightmare of mine.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I noticed warm sunlight streaming through the window. The chirping of the sparrows and the fresh spring breeze drifted through the cracks around the window and made their way through my cozy blankets, caressing me. I slowly got myself up and looked at the world outside the window as I wiped away my tears.
“Ha…”
It was the same dream again. I wondered if I could ever escape from this damned nightmare. I was still struggling with the same nightmare, about something that had happened ten years ago. My father had left me on Jeju Island while I was asleep. At that time, I couldn’t accept the fact that he had left me.
When I’d awoken, I’d gone around the entire neighborhood, desperately looking for my father. However, the only thing that I found was the hollow, eerie winter wind. There was no trace of my father.
It felt like I’d been left alone in the world. Even though I had a lot of uncles and aunts by my side, not having a father always left me with a sense of loneliness, as if I was in a foreign land. That day left a traumatic mark on me. I didn’t talk to anyone for a while, and spent many sleepless nights crying alone.
Despite the fact that there were a lot of good people around me, the loneliness I felt while being with them made me even more miserable, and made me miss my father. I knew the true meaning of painful longing at an early age.
I sat on my bed for a while, my hand against my forehead. Then a knock came at my door.
Knock, knock.
Han Seon-Hui’s voice drifted in.
“So-Yeon,...
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