Text | Three thousand years old
My name is Park Da-song, I am nine years old this year, and I will be promoted to the third grade after the summer vacation. I don't like going to school at all, I don't like learning Korean and Chinese, I like English. Love to eat cream cakes and udon noodles.
My father is the president. He leaves early and returns late, and he rarely accompanies me on weekends. The homework is all signed by my mother. This woman doesn't beat me or scold me. She just loves to take care of me. Women are very troublesome, just like my sister.
I love to eat peaches, but my aunt didn't like it before. I haven't seen it for several years. I don't understand why my parents listen to her so much. Fortunately, my aunt is also very good to me, so please forgive her.
My dad signed me up for Scouting last year, and I was very interested. Learn a little Morse code there and be fascinated by the history of the Indians. On TV, it is said that South Korea is the world's best archer, and I often practice archery at home. The vase, the three dogs raised by my mother, and the glass are all my targets.
When I was in first grade for my birthday, the birthday cake my mother bought was so delicious that I didn't finish it. In the middle of the night, I kept screaming because I was hungry, so I secretly ran downstairs, opened the refrigerator, and sat on the ground alone to eat. At this time, a man with blood on his face crawled out from the basement, but I was terrified. I wanted to run, but my legs were twitching and I couldn't move.
What happened after that, I can't remember at all.
After that, my mother took me to the hospital every day, and I hated this woman even more. I have eagle feather crests worn by Indians in my bedroom, in all colors. When I go to the toilet at night, in order to prevent the man in the basement from reappearing, I wear an eagle feather crown and go downstairs with a bow and arrow.
However, I never saw him again.
I love the outdoors, and I slept in a tent outside for days when I was in Scouting. But the military tent that my father promised to buy for me has not arrived yet, and neither the flashlight nor the wireless walkie-talkie has arrived.
My elder sister, Park Dahui, always bullied me, saying that I stared at the sky in a daze, pretending to be literary, and had a very bad influence on me.
Although I am not good at drawing, I can draw everything I see. This is my skill. Whenever I have time, I pick up a paintbrush and paint on the ground.
I painted a self-portrait that I was very satisfied with, which was framed by my father and hung in the living room alongside our family portrait. But none of them understood, I was disappointed. The glass on the frame has shattered a few times because I used it as a target when I was shooting arrows.
A while ago, my mother found me a teacher who taught painting, and she was also a woman. Adults do things without considering our feelings at all. It was just the two of us in the room, and we didn't speak for a few minutes. I was terrified. The teacher said that she can see what I'm thinking and has supernatural abilities.
The teacher also told her that it could clear the bad things in my mind. I believed it and told her what happened in the first grade. The teacher also said that this matter cannot be told to my mother, otherwise it will not work. I listened to my teacher and never told anyone about it.
But Teacher Jessica and the new aunt have the same smell. I can say that my nose is still very smart, and none of them even bothered me. I don't know why the old aunt with glasses left.
Finally, the military tents that Dad bought from the United States arrived, and that day Dad and his driver came in with a bunch of them. I saw my father's driver touching my aunt's butt. The world of adults is so crazy, when did they meet.
My father took a leave of absence, and my mother packed up. Our family was going to go camping, and we were looking forward to this day, but my sister lost the chain and didn't want to go. This woman is really disgusting. However, under the persuasion of her mother, she agreed to go together.
When we set off from home, the weather was sunny, the sun and the air were good. At the destination, the tent was half-supported, and a heavy rain fell suddenly. Mom and Dad decided to go home. I was so angry that a good plan went to waste and I threw the walkie-talkie into the ditch. My mother said that when I go back, I can eat my favorite fried sauce udon noodles, what else can I say.
If you don't have enough addiction outside, you can always do it at home. I took the tent and other equipment and set it up in the garden before they were ready. It was raining heavily outside, but it didn't leak at all inside. I talk to Dad on the radio: Dad says he's on call in the living room, over!
When I was in the Scouts before, it was sunny. Today it rained, and the sound of the rain falling on the tent was so loud that I couldn't sleep no matter what.
I suddenly found that the sensor lights between the underground garage and the corridor flashed very regularly: drip-drip-drip-dah-dah-dah-drip-drip-drip-. That's right, it's Morse code. I wrote it down in the notebook. There are three shorts, three longs and three shorts. Isn't this "help".
Who is sending me a distress signal, I am the leader of the great Indian tribe, and I want to lead the rebellion. But it's raining too much today, and I'm sleepy too. Let's talk about it tomorrow.
I slept late last night, and it was noon when I woke up. Mom called her friends to party in the garden, BBQ, beer, cello. By the way, I even put on a good show with Teacher Jessica and Dad, "The Indians Save the Cake Goddess Jessica".
I stood on the edge of the tent, and Jessica, the cake goddess, came slowly with my favorite cream cake. I like the arrangement of my parents very much, which makes up for the regret of not being able to go out camping. At this moment, the bloody man I saw in the living room when I was in first grade came out of the crowd. He had a knife in his hand and stabbed Mr. Jessica with one knife.
This was not the set arrangement yesterday. The man who came out to steal the show met again after a few years, and even made a face at me after stabbing Teacher Jessica. Goddess Jessica I can't save me because I'm dizzy, I get dizzy when I see this man.
I don't know anything about what happened after that, and I don't want to know. My life has been so ups and downs and gripping.
If there is an afterlife, I hope to be a free and harmless bug, hiding in the soil and letting me squirm with the sound of cicadas.
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