"Haraboji, please don't die," you cried.

"Who are you again?" the old man lying on the bed asked softly.

Your mother grasped your father's arm tightly as she let out her tears in quiet sobs.

"Harabojiii, I'm Kim Haneul. You are my grandpa."

"Ah... Haneul-ah, everything is going to be okay. I left you a gift that I saved up for with my pension. You won't have to stop school anymore. You can finish college and get a good job... a good life..." 

"Haraboji..." You couldn't control your tears anymore. "I'm so happy. Thank you so much for your hard work!" 

"I've finished all my responsibilities here in this world... Make good use of it. Live life to the fullest, and follow your dreams, no matter what."

"Appa," my mother cried, "please don't leave us yet." 

"My daughter, you have done well. Don't overwork yourself and remember to enjoy the little things in life," he turned to my father and he coughed, "Take care of this family. Spend time with them and don't sell your soul for money."

He turned back to me and said with his dying breath, "Live life with no regrets. Everything brings you forward, and as for the bad things, learn from them and charge it to experience. Find happiness..." 

"Haraboji? HARABOJI??"

"APPA!!!" 

My grandfather was a very wise man and he lived a very simple life. He taught me a lot of things, and even after he started to forget things, he wouldn't stop saying these lessons that I had kept in my heart. 

When we got back home, my mom took out the check that he had left behind as part of his will. Her eyes widened with shock as she looked at it. She gave it to me. 

Oh, haraboji, wae?? 

It said: Seoul High School. One of the top high schools in the country. 

And it was an all-boys school. 

"Haneul-ah, what do we do? It's only for Seoul High School," she cried. "Appa wasted his pension on this." 

"Omma, it's okay if I give up my dream. I'll start looking for work."

"No, omma, he didn't waste a single won. I will go to Seoul High School as a boy."