The blade that changed my life

There is an unforgettable past for everybody.
The second grade of junior high school and the third grade of junior high school are the past that I will never forget.
This is my life story.

My father started his business three years before he died.
Of course, it did not work well in the early days.
After three years of hardship, my father's business started to pursue growth in earnest.
Without notice ... my father died from a traffic accident.
As a result, my mother has jumped into the business world on behalf of my father.

As with business, it may not succeed even with all of your own.
The insurance from the death of the father and the compensation of the driver who caused the accident were combined and reinvested in the business.
She desperately clung to work.
Because it was a business made up of the father's life and the changed rewards.

My mother, who returned to her tired body by midnight, was almost asleep at home.
I was always spending time with my brother and myself both at home.
My mother, who could not keep me and my sister one by one, gave me enough money in the pottery.
When I wrote down the details of where I used the money on paper, the same amount of money was always filled in the pottery the next day.
Now, when I think about it again, my mother seems to have been trying to fill up the sorry heart that can not spend time with enough money.

But after my father passed away, I began to twist a bit.
No one will interfere. I'll have money. I first learned to smoke and drank with my friends.
These behaviors were, of course, a path to the so-called "playing children" class, and I became like them.

In the end, I came down from the bottom to the third grade.
Of course, I was not the kind to hear the genius.

And then it was over the line.
A third grader in the junior high school smokes and drinks, and after a rupture, my mother is called to school.
In fact, before that, I heard a lot about telling my mother to come to school
I had to excuse my teacher that my mother was too busy to work and could not come to school.
In the end, the teacher found out my mother 's phone number and interviewed my mother without me.

That evening I was playing with my friends and I think I got home at about 11 o'clock in the evening.
Of course, at the time when the lights had to be off, the house was brightly lit, and my mother sat alone on the floor.
And silence continued.

My mother told me.
"Come here and sit down"
"I have been to school today"
"Even if you can not study at school, mother does not care"
"Your life is yours"
"But do not defile your father's name by saying that you are raised by a woman alone without a father."

My mother, who said this, took out the kitchen knife and put it firmly on the table.
(In words, but if you were actually there with me, you would know how dangerous my mother's behavior was)

"If you continue to insult your father's name, let's kill you and me right now"
"I did not want to live anymore from the day your father died, the reason I've lived in the meantime was only you and your brother"

And that day ...
I promised my mother. I will surely change and I will live without any insult to my father 's name in the future.

You may be aware of the "Time"
Since that day, I have been studying really hard without sleeping for more than 3 hours a day by breaking my relationship with bad friends and eating the stimulant 'Time' as rice.

You do not understand the high school entrance examination system in Korea,
I had to get more than 140 points out of 200 in order to enter.
A score of 140 or higher required for entering high school to go to university
In the case of commercial high schools and industrial high schools without universities, they also had to earn 120 points.
But at that time my score was about 70 points.

Eventually, I entered the high school with 189 points on the entrance examination.
My school teacher told me that I did a miracle.
But I do not think it is a miracle.
I think I changed my life for the past six months, which was a really nonsensical effort to bleed my nose every day.

And my changed life was possible because there was a heart full of words at the time and the echo of my mother's words that put the sword on the table.
Maybe if it had not happened then I might have been a criminal.

I am writing a story titled 'The blade that changed my life'
I understand myself that I like kitchen knives for no reason.

Today I want to see my mother who lives in heaven.
It was @sochul who likes Steemit so that I can talk about my life story so far ^^

People who see my post have a good day ~