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Wednesday, 3 October 2007
11:36:31 PM (GMT)
this is just a story i got from
so ye if u don wanna read then don't!
but if u do then =)

Story What I Did For Love 


Part 1 


June 17, 1999 

My name is MiNa Nam. I’m 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right now but my
life is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story. At this moment I’m sitting at
‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life. 

The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in
the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past few months, but
the water reflected the true me. Inside I’m still the same person. 

I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from
Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve done for him
and make him love me back. But I can’t. Love is not selfish. 

So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love
in return. Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon, my love for him will
still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one
fateful day. It all started out…. 


Part 2 


October 31, 1993 

“You better come back here you good for nothing brat!” 

I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds
murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much
already. I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet. I peeked
through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on
her face. She was holding that stick that I’m always afraid of. I winced thinking
about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again. 

I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My
mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the
most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even
though she’ll be gone, her love is with me always. 

Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to
leave me?’ So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my
stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem
I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare. 

My closet door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” My stepmom
started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to
tremble because I knew what was going to happen next. 

*Whack whack whack.* 

I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately
began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe. 

“Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me with your
heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be so poor

I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’t
breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but
they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic
excuse for a man) came in. 

He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and
said, “I think she had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack. Calm
down and let’s have dinner.” 

“That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed
after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner and
make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!” 

“I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about—“ 

But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain and
turned away. I didn’t want to look at her. My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just
going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.” 

Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.” 

My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My
stepmom’s temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room. 

I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food
Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through.
I finished my shopping and checked out. 

“That’ll be $3.49.” 

“What?” I asked. “Umm…Mr. Choi. That’s impossible. With all this stuff it
should be around $15.” 

“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why
don’t you keep the change for yourself?” 

I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. Choi…I..I can’t do that,” I said as I handed
him 20. 

He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don’t give you any

I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching
out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.

love_swimming_girl says :   4 October 2007   472658  
awwwwwww such a nice story


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