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 outside 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 keep 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 out…
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 sounds 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 thinking
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, they were 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 remains with me always.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love
me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave
me?’ So now when I had turn 13 my dad
had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today.
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.
