"I was happy and joyful every day, and then I lost that precious time when my daughter was born. And then my daughter was born."
He tossed his no-longer-burning cigarette to the ground and turned to me. And he said.
"So you tried to intervene in the world. You wanted to save the world. g. You knew it would perish anyway, so you forgot who you were. who you are."
He took another cigarette to his mouth, and I gave him a look that wasn't an excuse. I spoke to him as if I were making excuses.
"I wanted to see my daughter grow up and live, even if it meant I had to die. the world was going to end, I wanted her to live in a bright world. I wanted her to live in a bright world.
"He soon lit a cigarette and handed the photo back to me, cracking both his sesame seeds and said.
"That's the heart of a parent...."
His words trailed off as he gazed at the beaming daughter in the photo. His eyes locked on the child's face, he continued.
"That's why I tried to intervene in the world. With a parental heart, I wanted my child to live in a to live in a brighter world without conflict. I was trying to change the world, even if it was just for a moment, so that my child could live in a brighter world without conflict. I wanted to make sure they didn't have to live a life of victimization for the benefit of the powerful"
I listened to Seung-hwan make excuses for him, lost in irreversible memories. As Seung-hwan continued to make excuses for him, I couldn't control the emotions that were boiling up inside of me.
I wiped away the tears that had begun to form in my eyes and spoke again.
"Why was he so cute? No hands, no feet, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, no ears. What kind of life will she lead when she grows up? and who she would marry, what kind of children she would have, and how she would live. Even though I already knew the world was going to be like this."I continued this rant without stopping as he continued to smoke his cigarette without saying anything. I continued the story.