My son Si-hu, a diary craftsman who speaks slowly but is a magician of words
A hopeful police officer mom who dreams of a round and soft community,
How these hats survive in the world

"The girl I saw at the rally site through the head-shaving ceremony became me five years later.
No, I became her.
But I'm not sad anymore. I can change it.
"

The child cheered his mother on by sending her a message saying, "I love you, Mom," from his phone on his mother's first overtime shift after six years.
Even while fighting against the monsters that come every night, he cries out, "Mom, please protect me (from the monsters)" and occasionally 'encourages' his tired and worn-out mother by saying, "Thank you for loving me."
Si-hoo, a son with autism spectrum disorder, is the world's most filial son to his police officer mother.
The 'police mom' who had been broken by this child's magic stood up.
And he became the 'strange police officer'.


“There is no wrong way to live, even if the method is somewhat ridiculous, even if it seems somewhat frustrating.”
Police Officer Kim Hye-min dreams of a better world, embracing and supporting the "other Shi-hoos" and their parents she meets at the scene today.
A round and soft world.

That autumn, when the ginkgo leaves were turning yellow, I became the person in charge of the small, square window.
I became her.
In the fall of 2018, the day I realized my child was different, I submitted a leave of absence without thinking.
And at the end of the summer of 2023, when my heart had hardened a little, I returned to the field.
---p.7

What we can do on the ground is always limited.
Therefore, it is sometimes vain.
Still, what we are thankful for is that there are reporters and those who find peace just by knowing that we have arrived.

---p.8

As I was just blankly staring at Shihoo, who was sitting in front of me and playing, something hot ran down my cheek.
At that moment, I felt more pitiful than the child.
I was no longer in my life.
---p.38

When a child becomes ill, each individual's life disappears.
There is only life for the sick child.
Under the pretext of care, all mental and physical pain must be blocked and accepted.
Still, I don't think the whole process is difficult.
Because it's for our child.
However, isolated care and continued financial burdens are putting health at risk.
Still, I stubbornly hold on, looking at the child I cannot live without.

---p.42

We are sick today too.
Still, for a less painful tomorrow, we step forward, comforting each other's sore spots.
I wanted to live a long and healthy life with Shifu here, where he was born and has lived ever since.
I also dream of living safely and happily in the 'our neighborhood' that Sihoo talks about, even in the distant future when I am no longer around.
---p.46

A situation where your favorite Tyrannosaurus beats the rest of the dinosaurs.
Even if the series of steps are formal, the child can only get up comfortably after completing them all.
To Shifu, the last remaining Tyrannosaurus is like a brave warrior who protects his heart.
Of course, I don't get so angry or anything that I can't handle having that routine ruined.
However, he stands up again to overcome other fallen dinosaurs and stubbornly pursues his own path.
Like Woo Young-woo, the procedure is a very important and necessary routine for Si-hoo.
---p.51

I have it too.
Before dawn, even when heavy eyelids obscure my vision, I pour myself a cup of warm coffee, and the warmth spreads throughout my body along with gentle piano music.
It's an important morning routine for me.
I get energy to live well today from the warmth of 5 minutes in the morning.
Find stability in the process.
In Sihoo and my routine, in Wooyoungwoo and your routine, the pursuit of stability is the same.
---p.52

Even if the method may seem a bit ridiculous, even if it may seem a bit stuffy, there is no wrong life.
---p.53

I sat down in the middle of the street and hugged the child with all my might.
Was it to lower the arousal of a child who was difficult to control, or was it because he needed human warmth in that way?
At that moment, there was no one to lean on but the child.
---p.65

Children are more flexible to the situations and emotions they feel than to the standards created by adults.
Isn't this truly a human rights sensitivity that comes from the heart?
---p.128

There is no discrimination in dreaming.
And obstacles do not hinder you from getting close to it.
Today, too, I am a strange mother who pursues ideals.
I wanted to protect Shihoo's dream.
---p.169

“I felt sorry for Shihu who was trying so hard.
I will take better care of the things I have not been able to do before.
I was also immature because it was my first time being a father.
Sorry."
---p.180

As I lived, I realized that the strange life Shi-hoo was living began to become special.
And it was too bad to keep that warm path to myself, so I decided to make it known and share it with the world.
---p.200

I hoped that the social life and brief moments of daily life of parents of children with disabilities, especially those who take on the role of 'mother', would be guaranteed.
To achieve this, national support beyond the local community is essential.
---p.200

The boy, unfamiliar with the large number of police officers, closed his eyes tightly and began to flap his hands up to his eyes.
I knew right away that a little kid like my child had come to Earthquake Command.
I was so flustered by the appearance of a friend like Shihoo, whom I met so early, that I couldn't say anything.

---p.201

For those who couldn't explain their discomfort, I agonized over what help I could offer, and what I, as a police officer, should focus on to transform the sharpness of their discomfort into a rounded comfort.
Here, I feel like I will find something I want to do and something I must do.
---p.203

Our mission has no boundaries.
Moreover, there is a manual, but there is none.
No, there is a manual, but it is not necessary.
It's just a matter between people.
I am learning on the job today too.

---p.231