My Home (WMSCOG)
Whenever I stand on the threshold of winter, it always brings back the memories of my childhood. I remember what happened when I was nine years old. I liked playing with my friends, so after school I would go the long way home on purpose. Even after entering my town, I didn’t go straight home but followed one of my friends to her house; I would go back home after doing my homework there.
That special day in my memory was not so different from any other day – before I fell asleep while doing my homework at my friend’s house.
In my sleepy haze, I dimly heard the voice of my friend’s daddy saying, “It’s getting dark. Why don’t you wake your friend up? She has to go back home quickly because her parents must be worried about her.”
I awoke suddenly, sprang to my feet and looked out the window; the sun was going down. It was all because I had laid down on my stomach in a warm room while doing my homework.
‘Ahhh, is it that late already?’
Although I used to go over to my friend’s house almost every day, everything seemed so strange to me when it got dark. I quickly said goodbye and started to run home.
The chimney on my house was probably puffing out clouds of smoke and the entire house was perhaps full of the delicious smell of rice being cooked in a cauldron. The chilly early-winter wind was cutting through my clothes, but it didn’t matter how cold it was. The only thing I was worried about was passing by the house where there was a scary dog. If it wasn’t dark, I wanted to go the other way around to avoid that house. However, I didn’t have enough time; it would take me at least 30 minutes to get home even if I went straight home as fast as I could.
‘Arrrrgh, whatever, I don’t care!’
I closed my eyes and tried to tiptoe before the house with the scary dog; my legs trembling with fear. At that moment, the dog had already sensed my presence and started chasing me, barking loudly.
I yelled and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. While doing so, one of my shoes fell off. I did not even look back but just kept running at full speed for quite a long while. Out of breath, I was suddenly overcome with sorrow, and I burst out crying.
I kicked open the door of my house and called out to my mom at the top of my lungs. My mom looked so surprised when she saw my face all covered with tears and snot running from my nose and also saw that one of my shoes was missing. She just hugged me; she had probably been thinking about scolding me for coming home so late. Then my mom sat me down in the warm room and gave me a bowl of the newly-cooked rice and some side dishes to eat. There’s no place like home. At home my mom, who always gives me warm hugs, especially when I cry, is there and she fills me with her love. Now I have the best home – my true home full of the warmth of my Heavenly Mother, God the Mother! Father Ahnsahnghong and God the Mother, thank you so much for everything, especially salvation, and may You receive all glory and praise from all seven billion people in the world.
HW Jang, Korea