Author Son Hyeon-nyeong records the time spent with people she favors in spaces she favors, and the direct thoughts that came from that.
Author Son Hyun-nyeong's writing becomes a bright ray of hope, like a ray of light reaching out in the midst of collapse, saying, "It's okay, it's okay."
Perhaps it is even more moving because the author, who suffered pain, was able to rise again with the comfort of those around him and wrote the writings in the process.
The Youth Library version includes the author's new work, and Part 2 includes the novel "The True Story of Choi Byeong-ho."
We ask that you prepare a handkerchief for Part 2.
Based on a true story, the novel is heartbreaking and makes you reflect on the meaning of precious things.

I've heard you say that the smell rising from the ground after it rains is the 'smell of the earth'.

As the sun gave way to the moon, we arrived in our space.
I drank some beer, washed off the sweat, and got ready to watch a movie.
We covered the wall with a white cloth and played a movie.
Sitting side by side in a small space, watching a movie with tears in my eyes, is it a sense of solidarity or the intimacy that comes from the space? It's a series of things that are possible because I've been away.

It's certainly not easy to socialize with strangers in an unfamiliar place.
I was truly grateful for your positive attitude, which included trying to see only the good in people and acknowledging differences.

--- p.29

“Hey, do you still believe in people?” I asked myself as I cried.
They say that trusting people too easily is also a problem.
Everyone tells you not to do that.
People should live by keeping an appropriate distance and trusting only that much.
It's something that you never know when it might turn around and hit you on the back of the head.
I know that too.
But that doesn't work very well.
When I look at someone's face, make eye contact and talk to them, I find myself giving my heart to them without realizing it.

--- p.40

Can't I live my life doing only what I want to do?
Is making a living doing what you love as impossible as mixing oil and water?
I have the most fun when I'm writing.
I like having time to myself.
A time to look inside myself without end.
To prevent it from collapsing, the ground is tamped down again and again.
To protect myself even if everything in the world changes.
So I have the most fun when I'm writing.

--- p.49

Who do we live with such contempt?
The internet world is full of contempt.
Contempt for appearance, contempt for taste, contempt for existence itself.
A world that despises women and men.
Think about the need and utility of contempt.
Why do we hate something so much?
Why must it be so ignored?
Why do we have to trample on someone and cover them in bad words to feel better?
Who benefits from the result?
They say that the energy it takes to hate someone is more than we can imagine.
Why should we expend that much energy ignoring and belittling someone?

--- p.130

Although Byung-ho was frightened by all the difficult terms like 'bone marrow,' 'spleen,' 'lymph node,' and 'bone marrow fluid,' he thought it would be nothing serious.
Someone did.
They say that having a bone marrow test is more painful than having a hundred appendectomies.
It really was like that.
I heard that Byung-ho was under anesthesia, but the needle being driven into his bone felt like someone was hitting his back with a hammer.
The other nurses grabbed Byung-ho's whole body.
Byung-ho clenched his teeth to hold back a loud scream that would escape his mouth if he opened it.
Even after the bone marrow test, I lay down for three hours with a sandbag on me. During that time, I looked at my mother, who sat next to me without leaving my side, and thought again.
I really have to make my mom happy.

--- p.198

I had to cheer up.
Byung-ho felt like he would die tomorrow if things continued like this.
Byung-ho realized that mental strength was important in fighting illness.
No matter how well the medicine worked and how strong your physical strength was, if you didn't have the willpower, your body wouldn't follow.
For a few days after his father left, Byung-ho and his mother lost all willpower.
My mother didn't believe that life was a roller coaster.
But the fact that Byung-jun's bone marrow matches with Byung-ho's, and that Sa-yeon was chosen and helped on the show.
When the luck that she had thought was only for other people came to her, she finally saw herself sitting on a roller coaster.
Life is a roller coaster.
The day her father came asking for money, the roller coaster she was riding went up a little and then plummeted to the ground as if to tease her.

--- p.226