Actor, Search for Hope

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A few letters, postcards and photographs arrived from the United States the following winter break.

With a few lines of greetings in the letter, my father's life was straightforward.

Photos include a picture of a father in a clean suit smiling with a white man, along with a black man on his shoulder.

I thought I made a lot of friends regardless of the color of the person.

“I'm running a hotel in Las Vegas. Is Yeon healthy?”

At the time of my contact, I thought it was my father's nonsense to be the dominant. My mom told me how long it's been since I crossed over that Asian position is too much. In the United States, he is an Asian from a village whose name he does not even know. It's very difficult for such a person to go up that quickly.

Anyway, since then, my mom seems to have often exchanged letters with my dad.

I often saw her thinking about what to write.

However, as time went on, the frequency decreased.

One day off.

I got a call from home.

“Where are you right now? ”

The voice that came over the phone seemed to belong to my father.

“What? No, I mean, So?”

After talking like that for a long time, she couldn't put down her phone for a while after the call ended.

All the emotions that could not be conveyed stayed in the air for a while and fell on the snow.

In a few days.

I could hear my father's voice.

“Flexible.”

“Yes.”

“Healthy, aren't you?”

“Yes.”

“What about school?"

“You're doing great. ”

Let's ask each other a few questions and answer each other.

A serious voice that comes after a while of silence.

“Why don't you and your mom come to America? ”

“Huh?"

“America is a fun and good country. ”

Someone's watching.

I turned my head to the side, and my mom was looking at me.

She shakes her head to the left and to the right.

“Not really.”

“Tell your mom to go to America. ”

“Yes.”

“Then I'll wait. ”

The phone was disconnected after saying that.

My father left the hotel and opened his own shop in America. I've made quite a bit of money on these sorts of cases. Stable shops and profits. I think he wanted to come out of the United States and live with his mother. But I don't think she'd like to cross over to the United States now. It was the same for me.

After a season of circles from that phone call.

One day the weather smiled.

Mom and grandpa, grandma and grandpa left for America to meet their father.

I think he was going to bring her along while meeting my father.

However, after returning home, my mother hardly talked about my father.

I was curious, but couldn't ask.

Her eyes looked so sad.

Seeing me hesitating, my mom said,

“Normal people see a lot of flowers when they look at plants. I don't want to take a closer look at the leaves or the trunk. The same goes for judging people. It's normal to start with looks. That's what first impressions are. Of course, some of them aren't. Your father was the first. Anyone who looks closely at the leaves or trunks, not the flowers. ”

So I fell in love.

I think I saw the wrong guy.

I shouldn't judge him by just one side, but now he looks like a crying, sad, sad man....

“I just came back because I wasn't sure. ”

At that time, I didn't understand anything.

What he wasn't confident about.

After that day, I didn't get all the calls I received from my father, and I fell asleep in a drawer somewhere in Chez, where I didn't even open the letter.

I knew later, but he was sending a huge amount of money to his mother regularly at the time.

Spending that money was a long time later.

I went to high school over time.

After that day, she didn't say anything about him.

I don't think I'm divorced, but something seems to be wrong.

I wanted to ask about the question, but I couldn't help but ask.

She still seemed sad about it.

More time, more seasons.

“Here I am!”

The day the cold wind greeted us.

My grandfather's cry rang out in the living room.

At first, I didn't know what I was talking about, but soon I realized.

It's about your father.

Like when he left so suddenly, he returned like a thunderbolt without even thinking about it.

She didn't want to see him.

“I don't want to see him. ”

So only my grandfather and I went to see my father.

“It's been a long time, how are you? ”

Long time no see.

I wasn't wrong, but the flow of time was too meaningless to put into words.

And there was a baby by his father's side.

“Who's there?”

“I don't know. Found her? ”

My father said that, but not everyone agreed.

Son of a father.

Everyone was so misunderstood.

“I swear it's not really my child. I brought the certificates from a recent genetic test introduced in the United States. ”

In 1977, Dr. Walter Gilbert's team at Harvard University first sequenced DNA. And since 1990, the Human Genome Project has been underway for 13 years, and the approximate map of human DNA was completed in 2004.

Genetic tests used for identification are comparative analyses using chromosomes only, but their accuracy has evolved with the development of analytical techniques.

DNA like the paternity test has been available for analysis since 1986.

At that time, my father explained to me step-by-step because it was still a new concept in my country.

It was a technique that required a lot of money, but you said you had an acquaintance's help.

“I know you're not my father's daughter. So who's the kid? ”

I said, "Who's the kid?" But the real question is why.

I wanted to ask why I brought him here.

“... I see. I wonder why.”

Here's the story of my father.

I opened a shop and made a lot of money by being successful.

I thought I'd be happy if I made more money, but I didn't.

But all I have left is money.

Earn, earn, earn.

It's a habit to send money to your mother and relatives.

More money.

More.

Enough to make a mountain out of gold.

But greed is too premature and the rest of us are ruined.

“All the money I had saved up was gone, and it was a real bummer. After being a beggar for a few days, I thought of all the stars. And then I saw this kid. The abandoned baby was smiling brightly. ”

As soon as I got fired from my job, my father, who had suffered too much for money, said that he became a slave to money.

I made money to be happy.

I made a lot of money.

But someone who couldn't be happy.

All that was left was the money.

A child who became the ghost of money and saw it just before he lost it all.

“If it weren't for this baby, he would have died a long time ago. I lost the money.”

I thought of me and my mom when I saw this kid.

The face I saw the first time.

Mother's smile.

“I got lucky. The money's gone at the right time. ”

The little girl's smile made me look back.

I remember how it felt, but it was hard to express, but I summarized it in one line like this.

“So this is the child who saved his father's life? ”

“Sort of. ”

After returning home, my father knelt down to his mother.

When he saw the father who had brought the baby, he looked stunned.

Let's hear some excuses, and when I asked him to say something, he opened his mouth boldly.

And the long story goes.

“So you're going to raise this child? ”

“... Yes. If you say no, I'll live separately.

After a long silence.

“I made you come back to who you used to be. She's a savior to me, too. ”

That's how I got a brother.

Even though the blood didn't work.

It's been a long time since I've had a family reunited and started living.

My mom was still working, and my dad was trying to get a job, so the overlap was only in the morning and late evening.

So, all the brothers and sisters gathered for breakfast.

Maybe it's because the heroine is Noah.

The form of happiness we talked about in the desert.

Popularity.

Love.

Money this time.

The protagonist's father found happiness in the money.

After going to the desert and talking about happiness, Seol Kim said, "It will help to understand happiness just as well.” It reminds me of the book I gave you.

Silas Marner from George Eliot (1819-1880) is the title of the book and the name of the character. He will be branded a thief and divorced by his fiancée. Maaner, who was expelled from her hometown, settles in another remote village and begins her life in seclusion.

The only hope he had left as a weaver was gold.

The only meaning of life and the value of happiness is the gold coins that you weave and sell fabrics for.

The more time passes, the happier I see the gold coins piled up in the pot I stored.

Then one day, the villager accidentally enters the open hut and steals the gold coins that were hidden away. One day I was so depressed that I thought about killing myself that I just cried for gold coins.

Maaner sees a little baby walking on his feet next to the stove.

He is disappointed as he approaches his child, who was delighted that his blonde hair was instantly mistaken for gold coins.

But the child was an orphan.

Just like yourself.

An unknown, nurturing urge, Maaner decides to raise the child.

And the door that was tightly closed began to open because of her daughter, Epi.

A door that could only be opened with gold coins can now be opened with a person's heart.

With the kindness and laughter of the villagers, the door flips wide.

If you hadn't come and saved me, I would have died angry.

Money got away from me at the right time.

“Money, it's important. But it's not for the money. Money and people often preach to people. It's very, very common. ”

“Cut! Very good! ”

Maybe it's not a movie or a drama.

What changed was the purpose of CF. And, except that the filming scale was reduced a bit.

“That's the end of the shoot for today! Let's get this organized! ”

Unlike in the beginning, I was entrusting myself to the moderate stream of observation, and I began to regain my mind, along with the sound of cuts. However, the main character thought was not about his feelings and consciousness, but about his father, so he was able to straighten his consciousness right away.

“You seem a little different today. ”

I wanted to feel the sweetness of the newlyweds.

In this scene, I was a little sad that I couldn't do it.

“Is that so?"

“Yes, I think you enjoyed the bruise, or the breeze, after one last shot. ”

I thought it was too grand to say, "The flavor that remains without leaving yet."

It's just a sequelae of observations.

“That's it for today? ”

“Yes, can I take you home? ”

What do we do?

Maybe I should move my body.

I got out too early in the morning and I worked out.