Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues April 2014: Volume 47 Issue 6 | Page 14

A tortured soul who was in great pain wandered
alone in the streets of a foreign country. His pale-yellow
skin contrasted greatly through the shadows of the moon.
On this Saturday night, the sixteen year old boy felt like a
vagrant on the concrete side walk of Niagara Falls. They
had told him that Canada was a country of freedom. A
land filled with bountiful gifts and opportunities. Yet why
was it that in the depths of this caliginous, he felt nothing?
Kal walked for a good mile and soon found himself on the path
towards the famous “Niagara Falls”. The people around him
hustled and bustled, not caring that they have just ignored
a person who was on the verge of suicide. The loud honking of the vehicles and the laughter of the crowd gave no
comfort whatsoever. From twenty meters away, Kal could
already hear the falls. Infuriated with the set of circumstances in his life, he kicked a pebble stone as hard as he could
and watched it as its hard surface hit the lovely flower bed.

Bad things happen to good people. This was the lesson he had learned today, no matter how much you run away
or try to escape… It will always come when you least expected.
Kal had just received a call from the doctor about the results
of his mother’s health. It was confirmed that his mother was
a victim of the second stage of Tuberculosis, “Dormant TB”.
And if this were to not be treated on time with the proper
treatment, her scenario could effectively reach to the 3rd
stage. After several years of running away, there was no way
that they could get the amount of money for that medication

and the treatment to cure her. Kal and his mother had just
arrived in Canada two weeks ago. They were illegal refugees.

He hated his culture and his life. He was dissatisfied at the fact that North Korea was growing more and
more troublesome each day. The government system had
always been a Communist state of a one-man dictatorship. And no