CHAPTER 1: Eomma, Please don't leave me!

With my self-made breakfast I went to the hospital room where my eomma is. I saw some diseased people stumbling around refusing to sit in the wheelchair, I pity them and I'm thankful to be healthy. As I was watching them I saw that I had walked in a hall that's unfamiliar.

 

'Hmm... room 313 where was that again?'

 

"Excuse me..." I tapped a nurse on her shoulder

 

"Do you know where room 313 is?"

 

"I'm sorry I'm new here so I don't know" she then examined my self-made breakfast "Hey what kind of food is that? It doesn't have any bacterial infection or something like that right? "

 

Does my food look that bad? eventhough my parents run a five stars restaurant I still didn't learn their cooking skills.

 

"No it doesn't " a bit insulted I walked away.

Finally I found room 313 in a small corner, seriously why would you put one room in a small corner while every other room is in a large hall?! I knocked on the door...no answer, I knocked again...no answer again. I became quite worried, nothing happened right?

 

"Eomma! are you in there?" I softly open the door and saw her laying peacefully in her bed with her eyes closed "Eomma!" I run to her bed "Eomma! Eomma! you're not dead right?" no answer. "Please answer me! please wake up!" I gasped.

 

"Okay stay calm...breathe in breathe out" I said to myself "A nurse...that's right I've to call a nurse!" I was already planning to call the nurse when suddenly something stopped me. My eomma held my wrist firmly.

 

"Eomma?" I was still in panicking state and looked at her with anxious eyes , she couldn't just rise up from death right?

 

"Eomma you didn't die!"

 

"You brat! of course not, I was just joking" she laughed. "Eomma!" I yelled didn't she know I was worried to death?! "That wasn't funny at all!, I thought you really died!" It was difficult but I managed not to cry.

 

"What's that there?" she pointed at my self-made breakfast "Oh that, that's breakfast for you, I made it myself" wow now people don't even recognize it's food? "Well let's see if my daughter is as good as me with cooking"

 

"Yeah right.." she knows that I'm bad at cooking but she still rubs it in. I gave her my self-made breakfast though, I thought she would just throw it out of the window but she ate it, that surprised me "Mmm... let me say this, the taste is better than the appearance" "Really?" I was already happy that she praised me.

After she ate my 'food' we talked about my school, the restaurant, my future plans and even about boys. "Well I think I'm going home now, I've lots of homework as always" I sighed as I stood up "Alright...before you go...I've to tell you some things." She smiled faintly "Please take good care of your appa, become good at cooking so you can take over the restaurant, always do your best at school and find a loving husband, and remember one thing.... Eomma always loves you......"

 

"Huh? why are you telling me thi-..." I saw she slowly closed her eyes and collapsed on the bed. My panick and shock state came back "Eomma!"

- One week later...

So the funeral is tomorrow? I asked appa "Yes..." he gave a short answer that's unusual but I understand, I'm feeling down too... My eomma died one week ago. I asked the nurse if it was because of my "food" but luckily she said "No" it was cause some health issues that gets worse and worse as the times goes by.

-The next day- I held my speech for my eomma and was grateful for all the condolences. My whole family came and even our rival restaurant staff. I don't know if they came because of my eomma or just to see us suffer.

 

"So does anyone wants to say something to Mrs. Min? a last word, a speech?" asked my uncle "Yes" I stepped forward and kneeled down by my eommas photo surrounded by a bunch of flowers. "Hello eomma" I began "why did you had to leave? couldn't you tell me earlier about your health issues? then we could make the best memories together..." I nearly cried but I managed to hold it in "Eomma everyone misses you, even our rival restaurant boss and his staff, Eomma I love you and I will pray for you, much love...me." as I said my last words I cried like a river.

At the end of the ceremony my eyes were all swollen and red caus' I've been crying the whole time but I didn't care. My appa wants to stay for a bit longer to talk to family but I went home. When I was walking on the street I checked my Iphone, 67 messages with condolences from the people that didn't come, I wasn't in the mood so I deleted them...

-BAM!- Being so busy with my Iphone I didn't pay attention and bumped into a girl? or was it myself? I was so confused about everything what happened so I could be paranoid.

 

"Owww that hurt!" we both say "Geez, look at where you walk Bitch" she said while rubbing her head. I was startled when I looked at her.... that girl looks exactly like me!

 

"Hey!...who are you? you look exactly like me!"

 

"Like you? who wants to look like you?! you're ugly and look at yourself, your eyes are all red and swollen!" she yelled.

 

Oh that's right I had been crying alot...

 

"Why are you so quiet? quickly give me money!" she yelled again and reached her hand out to receive the cash.

 

"Huh? money? wae?"

 

"It's the fine for bumping into me! duh... or do you want me to call the police?"

 

"Wait...who do you think you are?" I was getting angry she's so rude.

 

"You don't know me?! do you live in the prehistory or something? I am a Famous Kpop Star" while she said that she put her hands on her hips.

 

"I'm up-to-date with kpop news, If you're so famous why didn't I recognize you..." I mumbled.

 

"What? what are you mumbling? I'm calling the police!" she reached for her Blackberry "No! wait... what can I do to make up for this accident?" I asked desperately, knowing that I don't have enough money to pay her. She thought for a moment and smirked... "You actually can do something..." silence...

 

"Pretend to be me in the Kpop Industry..."