I must be right
Just as usual Summer sun dazes. A pack of pasqueflowers(할미꽃) blooms around the house. As I crawl outside, I see disgustingly fresh green everywhere. I still think the color green killed my mom. When I was five, or maybe six, my mom died in front of me, coughing blood and green puke. People told me that she died by herself, but I don't believe it. I still think the color green is what killed my mom. It's been three days since Papa left. People said Papa died in a car accident. I think people are right this time. Well, how someone probably doesn't really matter. I have a daily routine. As my slim body slips through a small gap at the door, I give three taps on the door frame. Take double steps to the right and double steps to the left. A tiny hop, then a huge leap down 3 stairs. There, stop for 3 seconds to greet the sunlight. And then, I finally check the postbox. My day always starts as I check the empty postbox. But I'm not checking today. There's nothing anyway. ...
