Born 1953, Gan Wehims's mother always told him, the reason they won the Korean War was because of his existence, so there was no wonder she had been so proud of him. Whenever he heard that, he could only forcefully smile, for he loathed that joke.
Even when his mother died only 26 years later, she sometimes would mutter these words through her delirious Alzheimer. 1953. . . 1953. It was a cursed number for him. Because for his mother, the only achievement worth mentioning was his birth. Even now, whenever he thought about it, his head would ache.
As such, he became known as the grumpy geezer children nowadays talk about.
"Youngster," he shouted in a loud voice, his spit flying out his mouth. He grabbed the young woman in front of her by the shoulder and squeezed tightly. "What are you standing here so dazed for? You are in the way of my coffee!"
