Translated by: ShawnSuh Edited by: SootyOwl There were birds chirping on a tree nearby . Juho had sat on the gra.s.s . He took out some papers and a clear plastic underlay and set them on the uneven surface of a boulder . It was the perfect workstation . He felt the coldness travelling up from the ground . An ant crawled by, and he reached down to feel the dirt on his hand . He felt the particles underneath his nails . It was a familiar feeling, and he had a good feeling that time . He sat still as he thought of the given topics: grat.i.tude for your teachers, traveling, and fall . He took quite some time thinking about them as he didnt find any of them all that appealing . To be frank, there was something else that he really wanted to write . He had been anxious to finish his next book, and that was what he had really wanted . He relaxed his body as he put down his pen . He was about to fall backward, but he didnt resist . The open sky met him, and he felt the cool, refres.h.i.+ng air throughout his body . It almost felt like he was in water . He felt the other contestants staring, but he paid no attention . His next book had taken its shape now . There was a young mother with her young child . The narrator of the story was the son at eighteen years old . The story began with the mother confessing her pregnancy to her child . Her son was suddenly going to have a brother . The only thing certain to the child was that they didnt have the same father . Eighteen years old, it was an age closer to being an adult than a child . The narrator was neither pure like a child or as experienced as an adult . He asked his mother as he learned about her pregnancy, Were you happy to find out? As happy as when I had you, the young mother answered with a smile . The more her stomach bulged out, the more mature her son became . He was growing into an adult, and he smoked and drank with her . He came to meet different kinds of people . As he experienced life, her stomach grew in size until it couldnt get any bigger . That was the end . A wind blew and ruffled Juhos hair . Light shone brightly in between the leaves . I should visit her and ask again, he thought . Then, he slowly closed his eyes . Bricks, telephone pole, hills . The place where he met the woman was filled with silence . There was no sound of crying or any sound for that matter . As he looked down from the hill, he felt a presence . It was her . h.e.l.lo, she said with a slightly awkward enunciation . How you doin? She was beautiful, but quite skinny . Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly were showing through her white dress . So, thats what you look like, Juho said as he made eye contact with her bloodshot eyes . She had two moles under her eye, thin lips and frail arms . That time, she had a vivid shape . She smiled, but only her eyes and lips moved slightly . What do you want from me? she asked . Her red tongue became visible as she opened her mouth . I see that youre growing impatient . Why dont we take this a little slower? I want to see the baby . Juho looked at her belly . There was nothing aside from a small bit of fat on her lower belly . Whenever she breathed, her chest moved up and down . Should I call for your son? No . Your son would be sad to hear your answer . Its OK . That kid is strong . At those words, Juho nodded . She had never exercised self control in her life . Like a rock rolling down the hill, she couldnt stop herself . It had been the same way when she had become pregnant for the first time . My first drink was when I first made love to a man . My first smoke was when I first ditched a man . And you havent stopped since . Yes . Still, my baby grew just fine . He was born into this world, and now, hes an adult . Hes old enough to drink and smoke with me . Hes a strong kid . A breeze blew on her dress . Her short, stubby toes became visible . How come you came barefooted? I didnt think Id need to wear shoes . Its dangerous, you know . Its OK . I wont get hurt, she answered as she took a step forward . It all felt too dangerous . Are you planning on killing me? Juho didnt answer . He hadnt decided yet . The end was before his eyes, and he had hesitated . I dont want you to die . Do you mean it? Yes . He had been sincere in his answer . He really didnt want her to die . I want to, she answered as she dropped her head . There was a cliff . They were standing from a height where the bottom was no longer visible . My child died . Juho became angry at her calm tone of voice . But you knew that all along! I did . You killed him! She looked back at him, and their eyes met . They were blaming one another . Youre the one who let go! No one came to save him . You didnt go after your baby . There was a person at the bottom of the hill . You said you were sick of it all . She kept quiet . She looked down as she stood barefooted at the edge of the cliff . I miss my baby . That time, a gust of wind blew her hair relentlessly . You wont be able to see him again . I made him wait too long . You wont find the baby down there . She took another step forward . She was almost there . Will he forgive me? He wont be able to . Theres no ground for either of you to stand on . Nothing could have stopped her . That was the kind of person she was . Finally, Juho called for her . Youre going to regret your decision! She stopped in her tracks . h.e.l.l forgive me . She knew the outcome . After all, it was regret shed been after . The wind blew all the harder . Everything became fuzzy . The world started shaking . The wind blowing from below kept pulling her down as if it wanted to swallow her whole . Debris fell from the sky . The cliff started to crumble away . A streak of blood flowed down her legs, and her dress became soaked by the rain . Hes a strong kid . h.e.l.l be fine . Then, she threw herself down the cliff . Juho ran to grab her, but it was too late . He looked down from the cliff to see that she was nowhere to be found, and he was alone in a world that was falling apart . No, Im not! a voice came from behind him . Im not strong . Youre a poor excuse of a mother . Juho turned around . It was her son . He had been standing at a place not too far from the cliff . He didnt move a muscle . Are you crying? Juho asked . Instead of an answer, he looked up, his skinny face becoming visible . Are you going to? I cant . Why not? Because Im alone . Theres no one left to listen to me crying . Juho imitated the woman by standing at the edge of the cliff . Ill go too . Wait . Before there was time to answer, Juho fell from the cliff . The son remained in his place until the end . Thats all I wanted to see, Juho thought as he closed his eyes . Wah, wah! He sat up at the sound of a crying baby in the distance . Over a big boulder, he saw a woman walking with her stroller . As he watched them walking away, he slowly picked up his pen . He started writing . It had nothing to do with grat.i.tude for your teachers, traveling, or the fall . I think Ill be able to finish this after all, he thought as he smiled happily . * The contestants in the park each focused on their composition . While being mindful of the time and content, they were all writing busily . From time to time, some kids took their eyes off of their papers to look at something else . Though it was on one of the many trails in the park, there wasnt anyone around . Perhaps it had to do with the boulders that surrounded the trail . Or, it couldve been the boy who had been writing frantically on his paper on the boulder . The kids were staring at him . He was writing at an incredibly fast pace with a scowl on his face . It almost looked like he was writing out what he had memorized . Nothing seemed to get in his way . There was no wind either . What could he be writing? one of the kids approached him from curiosity . As he walked toward him on the gra.s.s, the sound of the pen tapping restlessly on the surface of the boulder became more audible . It almost sounded like a fight . Maybe it was a game . He stood behind the boy, but the boy showed no response . He was completely focused, and the kid felt his curiosity slowly turning into something different . I wish I could do that . He couldnt dare to imitate the boy . He was easily distracted by people approaching him, and he couldnt stand the curious look on peoples faces as they walked past them . None of the ideas in his head were substantial . Even they further lost their color as he wrote them out on paper . But, the boy was different . He hadnt even realized that somebody was standing behind him . His paper was visible over his shoulders . Huh? It was strange . It didnt look like something that was suited for an essay contest . The story . The content . To stop him, he involuntarily walked toward the boy who was writing frantically and tried to grab his hand . You shouldnt do that, kid . He jumped at the sound of a voice . Long, black hair . Graceful voice . Wrinkles around her eyes that reflected the time she had lived . She was in a white dress, and had a portable parasol in her hand and she opened her mouth slowly to say, How about you go on writing your own paper? He thought the moment his eyes met with the womans, She caught me! I got caught red-handed . Without saying anything, he walked away in a hurry . She remained the only person standing next to Juho . * Juho didnt bother to think about anything else . His mind was filled with thoughts about the woman . It was all within his reach . The sound of the baby crying lingered in his ears . Nothing could have gotten in his way, even the ant crawling over his shoes, or the sound of leaves rustling . As everything seemed to be going smoothly, his hand suddenly came to a halt . Im out . He had run out of s.p.a.ce . He had used every bit of what he was given . There was still much more that he wanted to write, so he grew anxious from the seemingly unquenchable thirst . What did I have to do to get more paper? Oh yeah, I have to go to the headquarters with my student ID . He got up in a hurry as he thought of his student ID in his pocket . Just as he was about to run, a person suddenly struck up a conversation . You seem like you need more paper . Scuse me? Would you like to use mine? After turning around, the first thing he saw was a white dress and her white parasol . She was smiling . The wrinkles around her eyes gave off a welcoming impression . In contrast to her age, she had her black hair tied into a ponytail . Shed been standing alone on the other side of the boulder while hed kept writing, looking at his direction . Juho realized that she had been looking at his composition . He hadnt caught it . She waved, and the sheets in her hand waved along with her . An old lady with a stack of paper . Juho couldnt help but remember who that was . Yun s...o...b..ek . Mrs . Baek .