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Red is the youthful and dynamic. Like budding new love. Is full of tenderness, purity

I put her on the deserted streets seemingly never-ending. Perhaps this is the first time I step on this road alone. The atmosphere in the streets made me feel comfortable. There was no traffic noise as in the city, no car siren noise urging each other to run fast in traffic, no smoke, together with the dust flying competition on the road ... ..... This is a place separated the city. Quiet. Not noisy. Hurry. The atmosphere is great. Perhaps this is the best place for me to stay relaxed during my long holidays.

Go, go forever. Looks like your legs do not want to stop it.

Yes. Stop doing instead. Once stopped, my mind like the prospect to think my mother was murdered in front of me that I was not doing anything. Just sit and cry.

On it I have 12 years of age. The age that should be the loving care and teaching from their parents most. The age at which people need to give us many memories, the greatest of adolescence. Not that parents do not love me, spoiled me. They are too good for me is on the other. But as the pile of work so my only childhood birthday cake with the two floors. I sat on a wooden table eating tuck and luxurious. But the ball is one who can sit and attend my birthday and all. Nor is there to a birthday song for me completely. Lonely, lost big. What seemed at the time I just want to run off the road, regardless of what parents are doing well to be pulled on by

Loneliness empty when the children of this age are playing parents to take me to the zoo every day off, their children go where they want, organize them the warm birthday party, happy that them happy.

I envy them. They have a mother, my mother also. They have a father, my father also. They poor, I rich. But there is one thing that we have., I do not have. It is the love, care of parents.

Imagine, every month the number of times my parents house just about count on the fingers. Each home also in 3 hours going back and always. I really never had a proper meal the whole family. Each of them hugged me, kissed my cheek, caressing me. But for me. Such is never enough. I need more than that.

My father is director of Happyness - Junki Kim

My mother was a famous fashion designer - Kim HeeSun

Until one day, all three and my mother came home and I apologize for neglecting my time at home. Promise this time will not go again and stay with me a long time.

True. Days later, my parents let me stay in school a month. They began to take me places I only dream to think. Very happy. These days I laugh more terrible. Parks, zoos, beaches, mountains ...... my parents are away. But now, I'm still curious why my parents back off and can lead to so many places I go. Of course, the intellectual immaturity of the day I do that I may know why. The parents put away, I was very happy then. No need to think again. The evening with her parents outside watching stars, walking on the beach. the same night hugging my parents in our sleep. Very warm. The warmth I was expecting there long ago. Warmth of happiness and love

But what must also complete happiness forever.

Until one day, sitting in the car with her parents. Things remained quiet place to have a car when another car stopped in front of me forcing the driver to braking. I came forward first. Pain. Outside a fight happens that my parents have dropped off. They told me just to sit in the car, nor anything to be down. Then deep in my heart just like a sudden what was not sudden or imminent. But I was young, I know.

For the curious, I immediately start looking outside to see if something happened to see a bunch ra.Toi look that appears to be gangsters, dress in the workplace. I bite your nails, from childhood to now I never see them out on the movie at all. But I still looked scared output view. My dad arguing with them they must. Then suddenly, I saw one of them pushed me down the road junction. I remember going to run out but my parents told, I sat in the car continued on. I worry for my parents owned, on TV shows all four gangsters to slash the murder. I was afraid my parents happened. Being immersed in the busy mind, I found the name just three I fell earlier pushed the gun. Fear. I'm scared, first saw the gun. It also pointed at my dad again.