The Journey to Freedom Volume 1 | Página 3

The Journey to Freedom Today in 1945 on a Wednesday, the sun was setting creating beautiful shades of oranges and pinks. In most warm days you can find birds flying above having no care in the world, but today it seems like they have all disappeared leaving no trace behind. I slowly turned my gaze down to the store across my house. My friends always tell me how lucky I am to live across a store, but clearly they don’t understand how noisy it gets during rush hour. You can hear complaints about how much the prices are going up, all the way to my front porch. I reached the small store, glancing at all the goods. “How are you my dear,” says the cashier. “I’m good, Hana Bit-na” I replied. The prices do seem to have gone up, so I just decide to leave. I headed home exhausted from my long walk to school. When I open the door, I spot my mom making one of my favorite dishes. It’s some rice and noodles with black bean paste. “How are you Hye, were the kids good today?” Said my mom. “It was a bit rough although who said being a teacher was easy. Plus we really need the money to pay our expenses!” I told her. “That’s what you always say,” my sister, Areum Gangham, said. Ring, Ring, Ring! I picked up the phone already knowing who it is. “Hello Mrs. Yong, are you at your house?” He asked. “Hello Yeong Yong! Want to come over during dinner?” I asked feeling jumpy he called me Mrs. Yong. “Sure, I was already heading to your house anyways,” he said embarrassed. Yeong and I got married about a month ago when he was 24 and I turned 23. He wanted to buy a little hut for the both of us, but we can barely manage to feed our family. It’s an impossible expanse we cannot afford. “Knock, knock. I scurried to the door feeling anxious. Do I look pretty enough? “Are you going to open the door or stand there like an idiot!” said my sister. “I’m going,” I yelled back. I hold my breath as I open the door. He looked so charming why would he want to be with me? A girl that can barely pay her bills on time. “Come in” I stutter. “You look beautiful as always,” I