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What
I Did For Love
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Part 36
Part 1
June 17, 1999
My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very young,
but I am dying. Not right now but my life is slowly
fading away as I’m writing my story. At this
moment I’m sitting at ‘our’ spot.
Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.
The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake.
I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My
physical looks have changed drastically within the
past few months, but the water reflected the true
me. Inside I’m still the same person. I have
done and given so much for love but never once,
have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times
that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve
done for him and make him love me back. But I can’t.
Love is not selfish.
So I did what felt right. I kept giving Ji Won
my love and I never asked for his love in return.
Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon,
my love for him will still remain. My story begins
when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one
fateful day. It all started when…
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Part 2
October 31, 1993
"You better come back here! You good for nothing
brat!” I covered my ears with my palms. That
was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounded
murderous and I didn’t want to face her today.
She had slapped and hit me too much already. I’m
afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in
my closet. I peeked through the crack in my closet
and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look
on her face. She was holding that stick that I’m
always afraid of. I winced as I thought about how
much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.
I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was
an unlucky number were probably right. My mom had
died when I was just turning ten. Before she died,
she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in
the world and how proud she was to be my mother.
She said even though she’ll be gone, her love
will always remain with me. Tears rolled down my
cheeks.
‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish
to leave me?’ When I turned 13, my dad remarried
Mok Young A, who became my stepmom. She was a cold-hearted
woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I
had for myself was shattered and I was living a
nightmare. My closet door suddenly opened.
“There you are! You wicked girl!” My
stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out
of the closet and threw me onto the floor. I began
to tremble because I knew what was going to happen
next.
*Whack whack whack.*
I cried out in pain but I knew no one is going to
hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air.
My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe.
“Not again! Can’t you see how much you’re
costing your father and me with your heart problems?
If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we
wouldn’t be so poor now!” I had this
heart condition where air would suddenly shut off
and I wouldn’t ne able to breathe. The doctors
saved me by giving me a respirator and pills, but
they’re not sure how much longer I’ll
be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse
for a man) came in. He looked down at me with sorrowful
eyes.
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He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and said,
“I think she had enough. You don’t want
her to have another attack. Calm down and let’s
have dinner.”
“That’s why I’m hitting her!”
she yelled.
“She got detention and stayed back after school
for an hour. She was supposed to be home to buy
food to prepare for dinner. Your daughter is so
evil. She wants me to starve or something!”
“I didn’t get detention. The teacher
wanted to talk to me about...“ I was cut off
by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried
silently in pain and turned away. I didn’t
want to look at her.
My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just going
to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your
mom.”
Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry
mom. Please forgive me.”
My dad handed me some money.
“Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook for
tonight.” My stepmom’s temper simmered
down a little as my dad lead her out of my room.
I picked up the money and headed for the store.
Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market shook his
head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I
was going through. I finished my shopping and checked
out.
“That’ll be $3.49.”
“What?” I asked.
“Umm... Mr. Choi. That’s impossible.
With all this stuff it should be around $15.”
“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad
smile.
“The exact price is $14.32. Why don’t
you keep the change for yourself?” I opened
my mouth in shock.
“Mr. Choi… I.. I can’t do that,”
I said as I handed him $20. He only took five.
“No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours
don’t give you any money.” I looked
up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he is,
just a friend reaching out to me when I am suffering.
I said thanks and headed for home.
Part 3
I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed
the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to
the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began
to scream but the same hand covered my mouth.
“Shut up or I’ll kill you!” I
shut my mouth instantly. I didn’t want to
die yet. In the moon’s reflection I got a
good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked
a little bit older than me. His face and clothes
were dirty but he had really good features so I
could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this
was not a time to think about such things.
He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give
me all your money or I’ll kill you.”
I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move
I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned
me down and hit me. I kicked him hard, right into
his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor,
dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and
ran.
I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive.
I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently
injured him. Besides, since my life is hell already,
I didn’t want him to go through it too. So
I turned back.
When I came back to the alley, the boy was still
lying on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted
him up gently.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his
head.
“I’m sorry,” I said to him. I
reached into my pocket and pulled out the money
Mr. Choi gave me.
“If you need money, then here it is. All I
have is ten dollars.” I placed the money in
his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this
weird expression that I couldn’t read. I picked
up my groceries and this time I left without turning
back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I
was walking away…
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