That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me.

I took a look at her, and then turned away.

Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart.

Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye.

So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.