Jong-gil sits on the train in shock, looking haunted as her gaze flicks between her sister who is now infected, pawing at the glass and down at the handkerchief she is twisting about in her lap.
You stupid, stupid old woman.
You’re selfish too, you know. What am I supposed to do now? You’ve been bossing me around all my life, telling me what to do and how to behave and this is how you make me end up alone and without even a boiled egg to make the journey easier. Bah. I am a shaman. Should have known you would do this to me. Always so noble and principled. See where it got you, eh? Stuck behind glass, starving. Almost a bad joke, really. You In-gil, who always had snacks at the ready, left no lollies in your purse. After our …show more content…
I used to hate your purity. When we were children, I thought you always played by the rules.
That is until the night of the dance.
Looking back now, we were like cherry blossoms. Life is full of promise. There was that dance at the local hall. Father forbids us from going. You almost made me scream, sneaking into my room. “Father’s right.” You grinned at me, “Dances are dangerous, but fun”. That’s why we’re going!” If you hadn’t done that, I would never have met my dear husband.
Even when he died, you were still there.
These last few years living together, we decided to have adventures as no one needed us anymore. I could almost blame you for wanting to visit the Beomeosa Temple in Busan. If we hadn’t gone on this latest adventure, who knows how it would have ended?
It is a shame that we didn’t get to see it and die peacefully.
Look at them. Yelling and shouting in each other’s faces; no respect. Imagine if we’d spoken like that growing up. Father would have disowned us and then died of shame.
Now they are screaming at the people who saved you. The people you saved in return.
They want to make your sacrifice