//Eunhye//

  I laid in bed, thinking for a long time. Should I tell dad? But...he wouldn't listen...Nevermind Eunhye, you got to try.    I went out of my room and walked towards dad who was lying on the sofa drinking whiskey. As usual, he was drunk. I mustered my courage and finally decided to tell him about the disease...perhaps he might even change for the better.   "Um...dad...?" I muttered.   He furrowed his brows and looked at me, clearly annoyed.   I sighed, reassuring myself before saying, "I...I went to the hospital today and the doc said I...I...I have a..."   "YOU KNOW WHAT? If you're not going to talk then LEAVE. LEAVE-ME-ALONE, you good-for-nothing brat! Piece of scum!!" Dad hollered. I was shaken. I held back my tears wishing they would listen to my head but they didn't.    "Dad, you know Mom wouldn't have wanted you to be Iike this—"   "STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR MOM!! She's gone...she's gone..." He smirked as he poured more whiskey into his mouth. Tears flowed down my face.   "What happened to the daddy who would tell me bedtime stories and play the guitar with me?" I choked in between tears.   "You know what happened? YOU HAPPENED!! You're a hindrance that lands 'plop' into my life! Even when mom was alive, it has all been about you, you, you! Have you ever thought about me? NO!! GET OUT! I DONT EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! YOUR MOM IS DEAD!! SHE'S DEAD!!!!!!!!!" He threw the whiskey bottle towards me, luckily it missed me by about a few centimeters. I scurried back into my room, locked the door and leaned against it. I broke down, mentally cursing how God made my life so miserable.    I wiped my tears, put on a jumper, grabbed my guitar and stormed out of the house, running with all my might to my favourite spot in the neighborhood. The park.   I sat on the rickety wooden bench, deeply breathing in the scent of the salty ocean, the freshness of the plants, reminding myself to think happy thoughts as I gently strummed six strings with my fingertips. I closed my eyes and remembered a tune that dad taught me on the guitar when I was eight...   ****   "Hold the guitar like this, and press the strings with your left hand like this...now take your right hand and strum."   "Like this daddy?"   "No, my darling Eunhye. It's like...waving to your friends at school. Now, try waving at the guitar...see? This is called the C chord..."   ****   //Eunhye//   I sobbed quietly as these beautiful memories flooded my mind, tears streaming down my face. I quietly sang with the tune while I strum the guitar, embracing the wind caressing my cheeks, just like how dad used to me to bed.    Just then, in the darkness, a familiar silhouette appeared. "AHHHH!!! Who are you?" I shrieked, breaking the silence of the p