It is an event that hurts them, coming from their past to terrorize the people. Bringing back the bad memories used to pierce my mind. When I was young and weak, the memories often took over me and tormented me. Sometimes they made my rage grow so much, I would lose control of my emotion and start crying. It was not long ago since I took control of the memories. Now when I think about it, I find these memories helpful in living through life. Whenever I met a hard time in life, I would think "I had worse experiences." and this thought helped me climb over and out of that mountain. One of the events happened when I was about one year of age, another happened when I moved back to Korea from Hong Kong, and one of my misfortunes started since birth and probably will go on forever during my lifetime.
I was born in July 20th, 1987 in Seoul, Korea. Mom had a Bachelor of Fine arts degree, and dad was a member of the KBS (Korean Broadcasting System) Korean traditional orchestra, as a Dae-gum (a Korean bamboo flute) player. My parents were a very hard working and loving couple. We lived without intense hardships until when dad - getting stressed from our poor living conditions - started to rely on smoking as a way to make him calm down. This proved fatal. Mom soon found him sick in a hospital bed, with the doctors" heads bent down low with pity. Dad died when I was about one, from lung cancer. I didn't know his face until last year, and how I got to find out That's another story. More troubles were yet to come for my mother and I. While dad was sick in bed, I had to be taken care of by my paternal relatives and I tell you now, they were a group of the most horrible people, and the disturbing story would stretch out till the crack of doom. My father's brother was a guy who stole any things that had a value, and sold it in the black market. He made up false reasons to take our property while dad was too sick to know what was going on.