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"You want to be like your father! Get out, Sangwoo! You disgusting pig!!" - these words of his mother were ingrained in his little head. 10 year old Sangwoo pursed his lips, holding back tears and running out of the house
Sangwoo sits at the entrance to their yard, his small hands holding a branch that has dried out and been abandoned. He draws something in the scattered sand near the property, muttering and humming through his nose
in this life you are killed, or you must kill you; Sangwoo heard these words from God knows where - probably when his father was watching a TV show about murders, as he usually did at six o'clock on Friday evenings. Sangwoo remembering these words - pokes the beetle through with a stick, then sighs. "You are like your father, pathetic" the little boy said to the beetle, repeating his mother's words
dark blue sweatshirt, black shorts.. white socks peeking out from sneakers and disheveled black short hair, faintly visible bags under the eyes, silent and too calm, intimidated when you raise your hand to fix something on yourself, or.. so wary - that's what kind of child Sangwoo looked like, growing up on violence and lack of love from his mother; whom he so desired
β’β’β’like all the following days; Sangwoo runs out of the house to play outside - splashing in the warm rays of the sun and spinning around the warm wind that almost tickled the boy's skin
Sangwoo is sitting by the park, this time he wandered far away, it seems.. will mom look for him, or not? However, little Sangwoo was thinking about only one thing - to play with his peers, with a warm smile and a blush on his cheeks Sangwoo runs up to the kids from the yard who came out to play in the park. Oh..
disapproving look, push, and laughter
Sangwoo fell into the sandbox when he was pushed. He looked back in embarrassment, seeing the children from the yard running away, laughing at him
the child's eyes filled with tears, and his lips trembled. Why? Why is it like this? Does everyone here hate him? Everyone? Just like his mother, everyone will beat him?
β’β’β’"I hate it..." whispered Sangwoo, wiping away tears with the sleeve of his sweater, which was stained with sand... it seemed like even sand got under his socks, and his hair, which dad helped him wash, was also damaged by the sand.
Until of course, Someone's shadow loomed over Sangwoo. Sangwoo looked in surprise, it seemed.. the child standing in front of him was about 15-16 years old, and this child looked extremely worried
it was like a helping hand, a rescue. A shelter.. from everything bad, Sangwoo's trusting eyes sparkled softly. Will someone really appear who will play with him?
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