I practiced for an hour every day during lunch and gym time.
About a month passed like that.
One warm April day, Su-gil finally succeeded in riding a bike alone.
I staggered forward without even realizing that he had let go of my hand.
The water that was leaving my hand and drifting away looked like it was going to run to the Han River at any moment.
Although it took longer than usual, it is just ordinary.
Being slow is not a problem.
The length is slow, but you can do anything.
Whether you are a teacher or a student, if you have the will and passion to do so, you can one day experience small changes.
--- p.24-25, from “Meeting at the Han River”

My eyes are quite far apart and my hands and feet are small.
My fingers are also short.
That's why, when I play with these kids, everyone who sees them says they look alike.
I used to tease my kids by telling them to call me 'Dad' and 'Big Brother'.
This is how the four brothers gathered in downtown.
People say that all children with Down syndrome look similar, but when I counsel parents, I always feel that children with Down syndrome look just like their parents, to the point that the moment the parents come in, they greet them with, “Ah, Minseo’s mom!”
I look like my mother.
And you will resemble your parents.
--- p.106, from “Everyone resembles their parents”

Students also perform similar behaviors.
He nods his head, making a “ee-ee-” sound, and then looks into space.
Then I sit next to Haksu and nod my head while making a “ee-ee-” sound and look into space.
Because I'm curious as to why you're acting this way and what you're feeling right now.
--- p.137, from “There’s a Reason for Everything”

After five years in a special school, the first year I moved to a special class at a regular school, I received a letter, not a picture, for the first time on Teacher's Day.
I opened the letter with a trembling heart.
“Teacher, please continue to work hard as a special education teacher like you are doing now.” Yes, I understand.
I decided to do as my disciple told me.
--- p.183, from “Letter of Emotion”

“Teacher, how are you? Se-hwan has been wearing this every night lately.
“I miss you so much, teacher.” It was Se-hwan’s mother.
Se-Hwan is the child I have spent the past year with.
I finished my major and graduated this February.
When I enlarged the photo full of strange letters, I saw many familiar names.
The names of my classmates were colorfully painted on a white piece of paper.
“Teacher, your name is the most common,” came the text message.
I started noticing my name everywhere in the photos.
The icy wind of the late spring cold is now soaked in warmth, making it seem colorless.
I unbuttoned my collar again.

--- p.190-191, from “What Someone Remembers”