Hi there, and happy Friday! In honor of the upcoming weekend, here are two paragraphs from my latest Work In Progress! Woong is getting ready to tell us his life story.
I was born in a little village so small I don’t even know its name, so I hope you don’t mark me down for that. Some people think I couldn’t possibly remember that far back, because I done the math once, and I was probably only four or maybe as high as five when I left. It’s hard knowing for sure, ’cause the doctors here had to guess my age, and then I had to count back and see if I thought they were right. But even with me being so little, I remember it ’cause that’s when I heard the ghost for the very first time, and that’s just not something you get out of your mind, know what I mean? Pastor tells me there’s no such thing as ghosts. He says people don’t get possessed anymore, neither. But the next thing you know, he’s talking about the Holy Spirit coming to live inside folks, so I’m not really sure Pastor knows as much as he lets on. Don’t tell him I said that though, ’cause Pastor sure has done a lot for me and I don’t mean to sound unthankful.
I was a pretty normal kid, I guess, except for being so young. I had a mom and a dad and a big sister who liked to clobber me more than just about anything. I haven’t seen Min-Jung in I forget how long. Like I said, the math gets tricky on account of the doctors never getting my age exactly right. But I’m pretty sure she’ll never end up reading this, so I’ll go right out and say that I miss her sometimes, especially at night. But don’t tell Chuckie Mansfield I said that or he’d say I’m a sissy. Far as I can tell, Min-Jung is one of only things about the old days I miss at all — her and Grandmother, ’course — but if my sister was here, I probably would change my mind and wished she weren’t. Like I said, I don’t miss much else from the old days. Certainly don’t miss that haunted house, for one thing.
Random Fact: I'm blessed to have three of my grandparents still living, two grandmas in their eighties and a grandpa in his nineties. I don't see them nearly enough, but we talk on the phone once a month or so.