He is a new kid in Seoul, a friend of my parents' son. He traveled from the very tip of South Korea to the center and most entertained spot of all Korea and right into my house. My parents never asked me if it was okay to have a boy move in, nor did they even give me a heads up. He showed up, introduced himself as Lee Kikwang, and that was it.   

I pleaded with Appa through my eyes, begging him to change his mind. He hesitated when he looked at me. Please, just a little bit more. . . . He shook his head and I felt like my heart dropped ten feet off the ground. No, no, please. Don’t, please, just think about it over and thorough. Please. I can’t take it. Whatever he says, goes. Whatever A

My mom taught me to write all I need to shout in a pebbled stones. When my mom had  a cancer , I always write my feelings in a pebble and the suffering I and my family encountered, always left it, in the place were I always find peace is in the meadow near the park.                   When you are writing in the pebble, someone accidentally read, and he keep it like a collection. What will happen when that man that found your every piece of your wr